I chose to change houses. For lack of time and the desire to do everything myself, I preferred to opt for an “all-inclusive” formula, where the movers take care of everything, including emptying the cupboards to reinstall them in the new accommodation. I had thought of everything ... except this wardrobe where, precisely, is hanged and folded, Alinelle's wardrobe.I realize the very morning of the arrival of the truck that it is too late, that I will never have time to empty this "secret" cupboard in time. Too bad, come what may… At 8 o'clock the team arrives, at 9:30 am all the cupboards, all the cupboards are already emptied without my being able to realize anything so things are going quickly, and I was not entitled to no thought. For furniture, it's longer, some have to be dismantled, and it's over around 3 p.m. It was understood that the move into the new house would take place the next day. I don't even know where my precious collection of clothes is ...The next day at 7:30 am, everyone is there, 30 km from the place of departure. I am expecting the team of three very punctual movers. Their boss warns me right away that emptying a truck is faster than filling it, and that everything should be finished by midday. At worst, he adds, he will be left alone to finish the storage, his two helpers leaving with the truck for a new load, and they will pick it up in the early evening.I let them work, and put down the furniture according to my wishes, when at 12:30 pm, the chef tells me that he is sending his helpers back as agreed. No sooner had they left than he said to me: "Your wardrobe is in your room!" "I answer, without thinking:" Which one? "And he, tit for tat:" do not be innocent. And go get dressed, you have half an hour ”. He feels that maybe I'm going to protest softly and insist, dryly: "Quick, I don't like a woman to keep me waiting."The magic word is spoken. He saw in me who I am. I look down, go upstairs and lock myself in my new room. Naked, I have with infinite pleasure my beautiful pair of silicone breasts on my chest (a very nice 110D) then get down to business. I no longer think about the man who is there, downstairs, but carefully selects my lingerie, my stockings. I decide, then, for a rather thin blouse and close to the body since the weather is still fine, and a tight stretch skirt. I choose long red hair that I adjust as time goes by. I have ten minutes left to go to the bathroom, gently apply light foundation, blush, mascara, lipstick. And a touch of "Poison".I blush as I come down the stairs. “You can see that it was possible! »I hear behind my back, as I look for him a little in this new house,« make me a coffee! The machine was already all ready, in its place. While I do, he walks over and puts his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck. "Good smell of a female," he comments, inhaling my scent. He sits on the sofa barely installed in the right place, has his coffee brought, drinks it all at once and pulls me onto his knees, facing him, orders me to undo his belt.My hands remove the leather strap from its buckle, remove the barb, part the belt, then attack the button of the jeans. I feel he is hard, and his shaft shoots out, majestic. My brain has shifted, I only see in him the man who wants me, me, Alinelle. He quickly spread his legs so that I fell between them, kneeling on the ground, and draw my head to his cock now erect. When my lips touch the purple glans, they open on their own, and my slutty tongue tickles the meatus, the width of which already makes me think of a beautiful avalanche of semen.It will be for later, he will keep me waiting! I follow his command, and suck him diligently and also with pleasure. It is very hard, like wood, with very visible veins. I stroke the large, hairy, virile purses for a long time, I lick them and then ret ...

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