Sexy mailman delivers my sex machine

The sexy mailman is supposed to service the community’s needs, right?

With college starting up soon, I became extra anxious as of late to get all of my supplies. Books, check. A sexy new wardrobe, check. Hell, even the furniture was delivered before my very important package. How could I go off to college without my new fuck machine? I had no problem finding a man (or a few) to satisfy me, but sometimes all a girl wants is a quick in between class orgasm using the best technology has to offer. So here I am, taking off work to give this mailman a piece of my mind out of sexual frustration. But when I swung open the door, I wanted a piece of the sexy mailman instead.

“Hello, ma’m, glad you’re home today. I’ve got a large package I need you to sign for.” I barely understood the words coming out of his mouth. I focused on his sharp jawline, the way his full pink lips glistened, his veiny muscles holding onto the 150 pound package with ease. Oh, and how could I forget about the way his uniform pants hugged his bulge. This was one sexy mailman.

I was more sexually frustrated than I thought.

I pulled my nail between my lips, biting and smirking slightly. “Oh, thank you so much. That’s way too heavy for me to carry but it looks like you can handle it just fine.” I wonder if he could handle me like that. “Do you mind setting it inside for me, just on that table over there.”

He tips his hat as he steps into the house, towering over me. I bit my lip to keep myself from audible moaning at his tall, built figure as he walked past me. Sexy mailman indeed. I shrug off my robe, leaving myself in a sexy silk house dress, showing plenty of cleavage.

Meeting him at the table, I lean on it, letting my dress rise up my thighs and straps fall from my shoulders. Of course, he couldn’t help but look. “It must be so hot out there, feel free to cool off and I can grab you a drink.” I let my fingers trail on his shoulder and I sway my ass as I walk away. I think I could have fun with a man this afternoon instead of myself, why not try out this sexy mailman.

A big strong sexy mailman to pick me up and fuck me

I sit the water bottle on the table and sit against it again. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he grabs it, it looks so small in his big hands, and chugs it. I wondered who would make the first move.

“Could you open up that package for me?” I ask, smirking. He listens, and slices open the tape and his eyes widen as he looks at the industrial sized fuck machine. “Could you put it on the table for me?” I bite my lip. He’s a good listener and lifts up the heavy machine before placing it on the table. I walk over to the box and pull out a dildo, about 8 inches and thick and attach it to the machine. Sexy mailman watches perplexed as I plug up the machine.

Getting on my hands and knees on the table, I grab the controller and lift up my dress and lower my pussy to the tip. “Would you like to see how it works?” He gulps and nods and I turn it on, letting the dildo slowly rock into my pussy, I bite my lip but I can’t stop the moans. Handing him the controller, he looks confused while I busy my hands with his belt. I pull out that hard cock of his and begin to suck. Sexy mailman catches on, and turns up the machine, pushing me further down his cock.

I wondered if he missed a few deliveries, but we had fun for an hour and he delivered many loads of cum down my throat.

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