I met delivery guy naked. Look what happend. Prank. Real delivery goes wrong. [Flashing]

The apartment door swung open, revealing a buxom blonde in nothing but a pair of strappy heels, her tits on full display, nipples hardening as the cool air hit them. She’d pulled this prank a dozen times, flashing the delivery guy before sending him scurrying away, but today, something felt different. The courier stepped inside, his eyes wide, package dropping to the floor. He lunged, grabbing her by the waist, his mouth crashing onto hers. She moaned, surprised, as his tongue forced its way in, tasting her deeply. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits roughly, pinching her nipples until she gasped. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, his breath ragged as he trailed kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at her flesh.

She pushed him back, a smirk on her face. “You’re not the usual delivery guy,” she purred, her hand wrapping around his thick cock, already rock hard and leaking. He grunted, his hips jerking forward as she stroked him, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. She dropped to her knees, her mouth watering as she took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. He groaned, his hands fisting her hair as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her lips glossy and wet. She could feel him swelling, his breath coming in short pants, and she knew he was close. Suddenly, he pulled out, his cum spraying across her face, hot and sticky. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, as he looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Fuck, that was worth the wrong address,” he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants. She stood up, her body still buzzing with desire, as he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the kitchen, her pussy throbbing and unsatisfied.