She inhaled sharply and screamed in bliss as she suddenly climaxed, her already tight walls squeezing tight around him as her juices coated his cock heavily.
After that night, Naila acted like it never happened. Her attitude came back full force and she worked Connor like a dog to fix or maintain petty trivial things that didn't even really need an honest fix. What had gotten into her? Was she mad that they fucked? Did she regret it?
"Connor." Oh, great. Naila approached him while he relaxed out on the back deck over looking the garden. "I need you to repaint my office, the white is starting to hurt my eyes." Well, if you weren't glued to your fucking laptop all day.
"Blue..." She replied, "But not a harsh, dark blue. Something light. Here," she gave him her credit card, looking bored as always, "use this to buy what you need. I'm trusting you with this, ok?"