Special Delivery

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Knock. Knock.
I heard as i stepped out of the shower. Shit, I forgot about the delivery man coming today. I dried off and hurriedly wrapped a robe around my body.
I wrenched open the door, not wanting to miss my order. "Are you Mrs. McDonald?" The delivery guy asked, not looking up from his clipboard. "Yes, are those the mirrors I ordered?" I asked the man as he readjusted his sunglasses. He tilted them off of his face a little giving my attire a once over. "Sorry, I was in the shower when I heard the door" I said, pulling the short robe down a little. He stared a little longer, but didn't say anything. "Umm , so are you gonna come in and set them up?" I asked a little annoyed at his staring. He removed his sunglasses and shoved them in his pocket."sure thing gorgeous, where are they going" he asked as I stepped aside and let him in. "In my bedroom, this way" I led him to my room, feeling his heated gaze on my ass. "Up there" I pointed to the ceiling.
3 hours later
"All done miss" the man said, walking into my living room. "Ooh, I want to see" I squealed rushing past him, and into my room. "You did an amazing job" I said to him, without turning around. "I know." He said his breath fanning across my neck. Startled a how close he was, I turned around giving him a confused look. "Is it wrong that I want to lay you on that bed and fuck you, while you look through the mirrors and watch me stroke in and out of your pussy?" He asked casually. I'll never pass up an opportunity for free sex with a handsome man."There's nothing wrong with that...Chris" I said reading his name tag. He smirked and yanked my robe off. He then unbuckled his pants as I scooted back onto the bed, rubbing my wet core.
He pushed his pants down to his thighs and crawled on top of me, waisting no time shoving his dick in. "Fuck, its tight baby" he grunted while slowly pushing in deeper. "Ugh, mmmmm" I moaned as he sped up.
He fucked me for about half an hour before he pulled out and kneeled by my face. "Open up" he demanded. I open my mouth and he stroked him self until his warm cum shot out , getting into my hair, mouth, and on my face.
"Good girl, don't worry about the payment for the mirrors." He said as he buckled his pants back up and walked out of the room.

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