Painting the door
He entered her house, and gave her a big welcoming hug. She took this then spun him around to face the door. His hands she placed above his head, palms flat to the door, wrists crossed. Then she slipped her hands round his chest, unfastened his shirt buttons and wrenched open the thin fabric. Hands found his breasts and cupped and squeezed forcefully. When thumbs and forefingers gripped nipples, his heavy breathing became audible moans. She continued til the wriggling of his hips was sweet against her hips, squeezed up against him. From her pocket she produced two little pegs. Each swiftly adorned a fat sensitive nub and his moan for each was sweet to her. She fumbled at his trousers and undid the zip. Her none too gentle hands reached into his fly and wrenched out his swollen knoblet and his bloated balls. 'Stay there !' She went back and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a generous dollop into her hand. She returned and her slick hand grasped his cock.