Page 38 of Sinners' Appetite
I take a long look around and I’m shocked by how different everything looks already.
I always thought this place had so much potential. I pictured it as a yoga studio or something though.
“I’mimpressed!”Nikkisaysas she makes her way over to the half-wall I just finished building.
“I have a lot of work left to do, but it has to be done in stages.”
“I’d love to help. I see you have the paint already…”
I lean back against the desk, picturing her completely naked while she paints the walls.
“I’d really appreciate it,” I reply. “I’m not a fan of painting.”
“I don’t mind it. I’m always changing the color of my bedroom.”
“Wanna start tomorrow?” I ask.
“Sure! I’ll have to see if I can find something old to wear.”
“Or—you could just do it naked,” I chuckle.
“And risk getting all messy?” She teases.
“I’d like to see how well you work while wearing a vibrator on your clit.”
Her eyes widen. “You want me to paint these walls in just a pair of panties?”
“You said you’d try anything once…” I remind her.
“As long as the door locks securely,” She replies with a devious smile.
“It does.”
“Well then—I guess I’m painting your walls in nothing but a pair of panties then,” she smirks, placing herself in front of me.
I reach up, pushing back a strand of her hair. “I don’t know how much painting you’ll get done. I kinda want to fuck you on every surface possible. I’ll give your pussy a rest for the rest of the day.”
“Hmm…my pussy might be sore, but my mouth isn’t…” she moans, placing her lips against mine.
“Are you craving this thick cock again, baby girl?”
She giggles softly, reaching her hand out to rub my cock through my shorts. “Maybe I am.”
Just then, I hear her phone ringing from inside her bag. She reaches for it and smiles.
“Sammi! How are you feeling today?” she answers.
I walk over to the front of the room and start to measure out the width and length of the windows so I can order some new blinds. I then search for a company online and send off the measurements in an email so I can get a quote.
A few minutes later, Nikki comes up behind me, grabbing the measuring tape from my hands with an up-to-no-good smirk on her face. She pulls a section out and laughs, stopping at the nine inch mark. “I bet this is how big your cock measures.”
“Close…” I half-laugh.
“Are you sure?”
“Half an inch smaller than that, baby girl.”
Her eyes widen in disbelief. “I had eight and a half inches of cock down my throat?” she grins.
