PLUMBER ADVENTURE Pt 1. Casalinga MILF vuole il cazzo dell’idraulico.

Title: “Faucets and Throbbing Flesh: A Plumber’s MILFy Misadventure”

The searing summer heat had been unrelenting, baking the city streets like a sprawling tarmac Hell. It was on such a day that Marco, a ruggedly handsome plumber in his mid-30s, found himself clambering out of his van, clipboard in hand, at the residential villa of Signora Patrizia Rossi. The précisément named and sexyネット frühen Italian MILF had called about clogged pipes and severe water pressure issues.

As Marco made his way to the front door, he couldn’t help but notice the lush landscaping, trimmed hedges, and the gentle waft of lavender in the breezy air. This was clearly a well-maintained household, which mirrored the woman who answered the door. Signora Rossi greeted him with a bright smile, her silken hair coiffed to perfection, designer sundress cinched at the waist. Marco had to push down a flush of desire as he followed her through the cool marble foyer.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Signor Marco,” she trilled, swaying Those hips. “I’ve been at my wit’s end with these plumbing problems!”

“I’m at your service, Signora,” Marco replied, trying to keep his eyes up and professional. “Why don’t you show me where the trouble seems to be starting?”

Patrizia led him down a short hallway to the powder room. As she bent over the toilet to point out the issue, Marco felt his cock twitch involuntarily at the sight of her full, ripe ass straining against her dress. He quickly steeled himself and knelt down to investigate. True enough, the S-bend under the sink was clogged with hair and feminine hygiene products.

“Ah, equipment failure,” he said with a gallic shrug. “I’ll have to get under here to clear it out.”

Marco grabbed his tool kit and crawled beneath the porcelain basin. He could hear Patrizia moving around upstairs, presumably changing out of her sweat-inducing sundress. As he worked, focused entirely on the task at hand, Marco suddenly felt a frisson of cool air on his backside.

Slowly, he turned his head to see Patrizia standing in the open bathroom door, simply but bourgeoisly naked except for a pair of crotchless panties and spike heels. She sauntered over to him, all smoky eyes and bee-stung lips.

“Looks like the real problem is hard to handle,” she purred, stroking his back. “Shall I show you how I deal with a little blockage myself?”

With that, Patrizia dropped to her knees beside Marco’s prone form, freeing his hard cock from his overalls with deft hands. She wrapped her plush lips around his head, swirling her tongue over the sensitive glans. Marco groaned, hips bucking instinctively to drive his shaft deeper into her eager mouth.

Patrizia deep throated him, clenching those pillowy lips as she worked his length. She gazed up at Marco wanly, pupils blown with lust. He fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her bobbing head. Soon, he was nearly sobbing with pleasure, balls drawing up tight as sparks raced along his length.

“I’m going to come,” he gasped out. “Fuck, Signora, I’m coming!”

Patrizia released him with a wet pop and proceeded to pump his cock with practiced speed. Marco roared his release, jets of pearly seed erupting from his cockhead to splatter all over her face and the cold, hard tiles below. The sight of his musky seed dripping down Patrizia’s chin only served to reignite the flames in his loins.

He pulled the spent woman into a bruising kiss, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into it, grinding her sopping sex against his half-hard cock. Marco lifted her bodily and directed her to bend over the bathroom counter. He shed his overalls with jerky motions, taking himself in hand and rubbing the head of his erection along her slick folds.

“Are you ready, Signora?” he growled. “Ready for your plumber’s tool?” Patrizia keened, looking back over her shoulder with a sultry grin.

“Dare to shove that big Italian pipe up its rightful place, Signor Marco,” she tossed back. “Seal these leaks good and proper!”

With a masculine grunt, Marco obliged, spearing into her heated core with one powerful thrust. They both cried out at the sudden intrusion and overwhelming sensation. He set a rapid, pistoning rhythm, hands gripping rhythmically on her wide hips. Patrizia mewled like a cat in heat, pushing her ass back to meet his furious strokes.

“Oh, amore mio,” she gasped out in Italian. “Sbatte il mio buco!”

Marco muttered crude, lustful encouragement in her ear, fingers seeking out and circling her aching clit. Patrizia was shoved over the precipice quickly, body seizing up and sex clamping around his driving cock like a hot velvet fist. At the sensation, Marco came again with a guttural shout, splashing her greedy womb with jets of scorching seed.

They panted and trembled through the aftershocks, Marco’s weight pinning Patrizia to the cold Spanish tiles. After a long moment, he pulled out, both of them flinching at the obscene sound.ik

Patrizia turned to face him, grabbing a hand towel to mop the sweat from his brow. She laid a tender kiss on his mouth, nuzzling his nose with her own.

“Merci for your professional services, Signor Marco,” she murmured with a wink. “But please, feel free to call on me if you have any more…trouble with blockages in the future.”

Marco smiled, picking up his tool kit and heading for the door. He paused to look back at the sexy MILF dishevelly and glowing.

“It seems I’ve fixed more than your pipes, Signora Rossi,” he shot back. “But I’ll definitely be back for any other clogs you might encounter.”

And with that, he was out the door, leaving a very satisfied woman to ponder her naughty deeds and perhaps look forward to more in the future.