Queenie Sateen had been craving something… intense. Not just the takeout she'd ordered, but a release she hadn't felt in weeks. When Will Pounder from ZeroToleranceFilms arrived with her food, she could feel the heat radiating off him. He wasn't just a delivery guy; he was a walking temptation.
The exchange started innocently enough, but Queenie’s lingering gaze and the accidental brush of her hand against his, made it undeniably suggestive. Will, clearly picking up on her vibe, cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips. "Something extra with that order, ma'am?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Queenie bit her lip, her eyes tracing the outline of his muscular arms. "Maybe… if you're delivering what I really want."
The door closed, and the air crackled with anticipation. Will wasted no time. He grabbed her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Queenie moaned, melting into his embrace. His hands moved down her body, caressing every curve. She guided him toward the bedroom, anticipation building with each step.
The foreplay was intense. Sloppy blowjob, deepthroat and facefuck – she devoured every inch of him. Queenie's big boobs bounced with each thrust. The tempo escalated quickly as he flipped her over into a reverse cowgirl position. She rode him hard, loving the control, and then to missionary for a classic, intimate connection. Each thrust was met with a matching moan. She was in complete surrender.
He exploded inside her, a guttural roar escaping his lips. They lay entwined, catching their breath, the scent of sex filling the air. "That was…" Queenie began, her voice still shaky. "Delivered," Will finished, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "And I have a feeling this is just the beginning."