My hard towel falls of twice front of the delivery man. [Flashing]

The front door chimes, a shrill bell that cuts through the thick air of my apartment. I pad over, my tits bouncing slightly in my tiny towel, the thick terrycloth clinging to my damp skin. I forgot he’d be here, forgot the delivery man with his muscular frame and hungry eyes. I swing the door open, and his gaze drops, hungry and immediate, taking in my legs, my thighs, the way the towel teases the curve of my ass.

I step back, the towel slipping just a fraction, revealing the shadow of my pussy. “Come in,” I purr, turning and giving him a full view of my ass, the towel riding up higher. I can feel his eyes on me, hot and heavy, as I bend over to pick up a fallen magazine, the towel riding up, exposing my glistening cunt. I hear his sharp intake of breath, see his hands clench at his sides. I straighten, turning to face him, the towel falling to the floor, leaving me bare, my nipples hard, my pussy wet. His eyes widen, his breath hitches, and I smile, a slow, dirty smile, as I reach out, my hand wrapping around his thick cock, feeling it pulse under my touch. He groans, a low, guttural sound, as I stroke him, my hand slick with his precum, my body aching for his touch.