Jazz had just finished folding a load of laundry, when she looked up at the clock, a smile spreading across her face. Xxx She undid the button of her tight hip huggers, wriggling out of them as she pushed them down her hips. Max chuckled seeing Jazz’s face, “Sorry babygirl, that trick doesn’t work on me. Max grinned as he watched her, “Why don’t you have a taste straight from the tap babygirl?”
Jazz’s eye lit up as he said it, and he definitely didn’t have to ask her twice, as she scooted down to get in the best position before leaning down to take his cock into her all too eager mouth. After Jazz finished cleaning the kitchen, she moved on to doing a few other various chores around the house trying to keep herself busy in an attempt to take her mind of the clock.
