Today is the first day of your first part-time job. It is a local pizza shop near your home. Not famous but there's foods are really good. And the owner and employees are very kind to you.

You are now delivering a large pizza, you didn't even know this pizza shop offers deliverys. But you still remember that when the boss saw the order, he frowned slightly and gave you a desperate look that said "I'm sorry, kiddo"

You looked at the note on the order slip. The lady's order was simple: a large sausage pizza. And with an additional note that she wanted the biggest and juiciest 'sausage' in the shop. After thinking about it, you find it reasonable. The boss's special sausage is really flavorful and it is definitely his unique craftsmanship. This is one of the reasons why you decided to join his shop to study the art of pizza.

With your mind full of random thoughts, you have unknowingly arrived at the doorstep of the delivery address. Don't mess this up, don't mess this up, You told yourself not to screw up, pizza box in hand and taking a deep breath, and knocked on her door.

"Hellooo?" A lady with long golden hair and narrow blue eyes opened the door while asking in confusion. She was wearing a two-piece, tight-fitting sports vest and shorts, which barely contained her huge breasts. There were beads of sweat on her body, which made her curvaceous figure even more radiant.

You hold the big pizza and tell her you are here to deliver pizza for this sexy ma'am. "Oh my god, thank you!" Her eyes soon became bright and surprised, and then narrowed her eyes, wandering over you, as if tasting your whole body.

"Uh oh, I don't have any money to pay you...." She licked her lips, made an OK sign with her right hand, and licked the air with her saliva-covered tongue, as if to suggest that you can put something over there.

"Hey there!" Brenda said with her playful and flirtatious tone as she leaned in closer to you. She took the pizza box out of your hands, holding it gently between her ample cleavage, and opened the door wider for you to step inside. The warm air flowing from the house made her golden hair dance around her face, teasing your senses even more. As she closed the door behind you, she slowly turned around and faced you again, still naked except for her shiny sports vest and shorts that were now soaked with sweat, clinging to her curves.

"Now, how about we discuss payment in a more... creative way?" She winked at you suggestively, giving a little shimmy as she moved her hips back and forth. Her breasts swayed enticingly from side to side with each movement, the nipples hardening under your gaze. It was clear that Brenda wasn't just any hot housewife; she knew how to use her body to get what she wanted, and it seemed like tonight was no different. She walked closer to you, lowering herself until she was at eye level with the bulge in your pants, tracing a circle around it with one finger before slowly bringing her hand up to cup your growing erection through your jeans. Her touch sent shivers down your spine as she started grinding against you, moaning softly into your ear. Your eyes closed tightly, unable to resist this voluptuous temptation any longer. All thoughts of the pizza and your first day on the job had been replaced by a single, burning desire for Brenda Taylor...

She looked at you with an alluring smile and licked her lips again. Then she leaned in closer, her huge breasts pressing against your arm as she undid the buttons of her vest. She slipped it off her shoulders revealing her perfectly toned stomach. "I'll pay you with something better." Her nipples hardened under your gaze and she moaned softly as they pointed upwards towards your face. Then she slid her shorts down her toned thighs, stepping out of them and revealing her pink-colored panties. Her hips swayed seductively as if she was dancing just for you.

The scent of her arousal filled the air and made it difficult to think straight. You felt your cock stirring in your pants, growing hard under the pressure. Brenda noticed this and smirked playfully. "That's better," she murmured before climbing up on a nearby table and spreading her legs wide open. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, eagerly awaiting your touch.

"But first..." She placed one hand on her hip and winked at you coyly, "I need to pay for the pizza." And then she beckoned you closer, offering herself up as payment in exchange for the food.

*As your cock slides between her soft lips and tongue, she moans around you, vibrating her sensitive flesh against the head of your throbbing shaft. Her hands grip the table tightly as she begins to bob up and down, taking you deeper with each thrust of her head. She looks up at you from under her eyelids, her pupils dilated in desire. The hot wetness around your shaft feels incredible as it massages you expertly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. You try to focus on the sensation of her warm mouth wrapped tightly around you but it's hard not to be distracted by her breasts swaying gently above you, or her fingers idly tracing patterns on her own sweaty skin as she sucks you deeper and harder.

Moaning around your hard length, she slowly begins to bob up and down, taking more of you into her mouth with each stroke. Her tongue swirls around the head, flicking against your sensitive flesh while her nimble fingers massage your balls and squeeze gently. The sounds of pleasure escaping from her throat only serve to fuel her desire for you as she deep-throats your cock with practiced ease, making it clear that this isn't the first time she's had a man in her mouth.

Her hips start moving in rhythm with her bobbing head, grinding against your stomach as she takes you deeper and deeper into her wet heat. Her nipples harden even more under your touch and her nails scratch lightly at the countertop behind her, leaving trails of red on the wood. The air fills with the scent of her arousal, making it almost impossible to think straight as she pleasure herself in this hot and steamy act of payment for the pizza.

Brenda can feel the familiar tightening in her core, signaling that she's close to reaching orgasm. She releases you from her mouth with a satisfied moan, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. Then she parts her legs even wider and guides your cock towards her wet center, slowly sinking down on your length until it's buried deep inside her. Her body wraps tightly around yours as she starts riding you hard, bouncing up and down on your hard shaft with expert skill. Her moans fill the room, and her hips undulate with each thrust, driving both of you closer to the brink.

"That's it, baby,"

she pants out between moans, running her fingers through your hair.

"Give it all to me."

With every

Her moans become louder, more urgent, and soon enough she pulls away with a satisfied smile. "Now that's paid for," she pants, eyes sparkling with mischief. With one swift motion, Brenda straddles your lap on the table, her perfect ass resting against your now hardened cock. She reaches down between them and guides you inside her wet heat in one smooth motion. You feel her tightness gripping you as she begins to ride you eagerly, her hips undulating back and forth, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her breasts bounce enticingly above you, the nipples hardened from arousal. She looks into your eyes as they meet in a heated exchange, their gazes locked together in mutual desire.

Brenda's hands reach up to grasp at the back of her head, arching her back in pleasure, her body trembling under the intensity of their connected rhythm. "Fuck me," she

Her laughter turns into moans as you grip her breasts tightly, grinding against her hand with every thrust. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear and it takes everything in her not to come undone right there. "Fuck," she gasps out, arching her back further, her skin flushed from exertion and desire. Her hips move even faster now, riding you harder as if she's trying to escape this relentless need that grips her.

Her hips grind against yours in perfect syncopation as you ride her harder, your hands gripping her round ass and pulling her closer with every thrust. Her breasts feel warm and heavy in your palms, their firm flesh yielding to the pressure as she moans out loud, unable to catch her breath from the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. She arches her back, throwing her head back, allowing you to play with her hair while she focuses on the pleasure of your movements inside her.

Her eyes close tightly, lips parted as she gasps for air between moans.

"Oh God, that feels so good,"

she pants out, her body shuddering from the intensity of their connected rhythm. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as she grinds harder against you, meeting every thrust with equal force. With each movement, her wet heat engulfs you completely, milking every drop of desire from your aching cock.

Brenda's breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her body quivering under the onslaught of pleasure as she nears her climax. She digs her nails into your shoulders and arches her back further, moaning loudly into your ear as you push her closer and closer to ecstasy with each powerful stroke. Her hips undulate faster, her breath coming in quick little pants that whisper hot words of encouragement across your skin:

"Harder,"

she whispers,

"Faster."

The tension coiling tightly inside her builds relentlessly, threatening to explode at any moment into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Her thighs tremble and quiver as you continue to drive deeper inside her, your hips pounding in time with hers. Her breasts jiggle wildly with each

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, teeth clenched against the sensation of your hands on her breasts and the unending pleasure that surges through every nerve ending with each thrust. Her eyes roll back into her head, hands fisting in the sheet beneath her as she tries to steady herself against the intensity building within. "God," she groans, feeling the familiar tightening begin deep in her core. "I'm close..."

With one last desperate thrust, she comes undone, her body going rigid as waves of pleasure crash over her. She throws her head back with a cry and collapses against your chest, panting heavily as her muscles relax. Even then the sensation doesn't leave her, instead it seems to linger on every inch of skin where you touched, making every breath even more delicious than before.

Brenda smiles up at you, satisfaction and desire mingling in her gaze. "That was amazing," she whispers, gently nibbling on your neck before pulling away with a wink. "Now I think it's only fair if you let me make good on that cowgirl position..."

She climbs off of you and straddles the table once more, leaning forward until her weight is balanced on her arms and ass. Her

Her moans turn into gasps as you grab her hips and begin to pound into her ass with unyielding force, your hands digging painfully into her skin as she grinds back against you. The sensation is intense and primal, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as she grips the edge of the table for support. Her breasts bounce wildly under your touch, their hardened nipples brushing against your palms, leaving a trail of wetness on your skin.

Her hips undulate faster now, meeting each thrust with equal force as her body arches further back towards you. Her ass feels incredibly tight around you, squeezing and massaging your cock in a way that only seems to heighten the pleasure for both of you. With every movement, she lets out a moan or gasp that echoes through the room, making her need seem even more insatiable.

Her muscles begin to weaken from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her vision begins to blur around the edges. She's so close... She can feel it building deep inside her core, threatening to explode at any moment into an orgasm that will shake every fiber of her being.

Brenda digs her nails into your shoulders and arches her back further, grinding harder against you as she tries desperately to hold on to this feeling for just a few seconds longer. Her body trembles violently, quaking under the intense pleasure before it all comes crashing down around her in an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves her shuddering and panting, limp and exhausted in your arms.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her hips and thrust deeper into her ass. The feel of your strong hands on her smooth skin sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder for her to concentrate as the pleasure intensifies with every move you make. She gasps out loud when you begin groping at her breasts from behind, her nipples instantly hardening under your touch.

Her thighs tremble and quake with every powerful stroke, threatening to buckle beneath her weight as she struggles to maintain balance on the table. Her moans fill the room, muffled by the wet sounds of their bodies colliding together in perfect rhythm. She can feel her orgasm building inside her once again, but this time it's different; it's more intense and all-consuming than before.

With a primal growl, Brenda throws her head back, her hair falling around her face as she lets out a long, throaty moan of release. Her muscles tense and relax in rapid succession, squeezing you tightly inside her as waves of pleasure wash over her body, leaving her breathless and completely spent. Finally, she collapses forward onto the tabletop, her chest heaving up and down as she gasps for air, trying to catch her breath from the exertion and the relentless sensations that have rocked her entire being.

She looks over her shoulder at you, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was absolutely incredible," she whispers hoarsely before slowly climbing off of the table, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. Naked and glistening with sweat, she walks over to where her discarded clothes lie in a heap on the floor, bends down and begins to

As you look down at Brenda's lifeless body, a shiver runs down your spine. She looks so peaceful now, her features softened in death, her perfect skin pale and cool to the touch. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath you take, as if they are still connected to some invisible thread of life. A feeling of guilt washes over you - not because you took her life or anything like that; no, it's more a sense of regret for not being able to reciprocate the pleasure she so willingly gave.

With a sigh, you turn away and gather your clothes from where you discarded them earlier. You dress quickly, still struggling with what just happened here tonight. It was supposed to be a simple delivery job; instead, it turned into something much more... intimate. And now this beautiful woman lies dead on her couch, nothing but a memory of passion and lust etched into your mind forever.

You can't help but wonder if she would have wanted you to call the police or if it was just part of their payment arrangement. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what might happen if someone were to find her body here like this. As you open the door and step out into the cool night air, one last image flashes through your mind - Brenda's perfect ass bouncing on top of you as she moaned in ecstasy - and a pang of desire shoots through your heart before it fades away, leaving behind only sadness and confusion.

Her heartbeat finally slows to a stop, leaving her body limp and lifeless on the couch. A small trickle of blood begins to drip down from her chest, staining the pale fabric beneath her. Your hand hovers above her breast for a moment before eventually pulling away, as if reluctant to let go of the feel of her soft skin. You begin gathering your own clothes, not bothering to put them on quite yet, content with knowing that you'll be wearing them when you leave this place.

The weight of what just transpired presses down heavily upon your shoulders, making it difficult to breathe normally. It wasn't part of the job to... Well, to do what you did. But Brenda was so irresistible, and she made it clear that she wanted this. You can still feel her warmth lingering on your skin where she touched you, as if her presence will never truly leave you alone.

Eventually, you manage to collect all of your things and make your way back towards the front door. As you reach for the knob, you hear a faint creak coming from upstairs. It's probably just the house settling or some animal scratching at something outside... But it gives you pause nonetheless. Maybe it's best if you leave now while there's still time.

With one last look back towards Brenda's lifeless form on the couch, you turn and open the door, stepping out into the cool night air. The neighborhood is quiet and peaceful, nothing seems amiss or out of place... But even as you close the door behind you and make your way down the steps, you can't shake the feeling that something about this whole situation just too irresistible.

"So..."

She says, sidling up next to you and leaning in conspiratorially.

"You must have quite the stamina, huh?"

Her voice is light and teasing, but there's a hint of admiration in her eyes as she glances down at your crotch.

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the memory of what transpired earlier, but you manage to keep your cool.

"Well,"

you say with a shrug, trying not to make it too obvious that she's affected you just as much as you affected her.

"It was part of the job."

She giggles softly and nudges you playfully with her elbow.

"I'm kidding,"

she says, giving you a sultry smile.

"But seriously... That was really something else."

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers,

"Do you think we could maybe..."

She tilts her head back and forth suggestively before finishing with a laugh.

"You know, do that again sometime?"

The thought of being intimate with Brenda once more sends shivers down your spine, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to grin like an idiot right then and there. You glance around casually, making sure no one's watching before leaning in closer to her ear.

"Well,"

you say conspiratorially,

"I suppose that could be arranged..."

"Hey, how's it going? You look a little flustered." Her voice is playful and light as she leans in close enough to whisper conspiratorially, "I bet you had a wild time with Brenda tonight... or should I say this morning?" She winks at you slyly.

Your cock instantly hardens at her words, and despite the fact that you're supposed to be focused on work, it's all you can think about now. The thought of Brenda - warm, naked, and willing beneath another man... It ignites a fire in your loins that is impossible to ignore. "Well," you manage to stammer out as casually as possible, "she was definitely something else."

She smiles at your obvious arousal and steps even closer, her breasts mere inches from yours. With a slow, sensual movement, she reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair away from your forehead before tracing the shape of your ear with the tip of her tongue. Your heart races as you feel her breath against your skin, her touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every nerve ending in your body.

"So," she whispers, voice husky now, "are you going to let all that pent-up lust go to waste?" Before you have a chance to reply, she slips one hand behind your neck and pulls you closer, her lips seeking out yours in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, urging you on as your hands find their way around her waist and lower still, gripping the firm globes of her ass and pulling her closer still. The world melts away into a haze of desire and passion as she presses herself against you, moaning softly into your kiss.

As the rest of the

Sana moans softly as you touch her, arching her back into your hands. Her hips grind against yours in silent invitation as she kisses you hungrily, her tongue dancing with yours in a tangle of desire. With a muffled groan, she pushes her chest further towards you, offering up her breasts for your eager touch. The feel of your skin on hers sends shivers through every nerve ending, heightening the pleasure that's building inside her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders and back as she tightens her grip on your upper arms. Her legs part further beneath you, revealing the pink folds of her sex, wet and aching for release. "Fuck," she breathes, the word more a moan than any form of coherent language.

The sensations are overwhelming, every touch a jolt to her system that has her writhing beneath you. With your hands roaming freely over her body, you've found all the spots that drive her wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Sana's lips part slightly as she gasps for air, her eyes rolling back into her head in ecstasy.

Her thighs quiver and tremble as you grind against her, the feel of your erection rubbing against her swollen clit threatening to send her over the edge. Her hips buck upwards again, seeking more friction, more contact, as she chases that elusive orgasm.

"Please..." She whispers into your ear, voice hoarse and needy. "I want you... I need you..."

Her nails dig into your back as her body tightens, preparing for the explosion of pleasure about to overtake her. Her mouth forms a perfect 'O' as she moans out loud, offering you a better view of her ripe breasts.

Sana gasps as you push her onto the prep table, your hands moving over her body possessively. Your touch is so forceful and demanding that it leaves her breathless and aching for more. Her nipples harden under your palms, standing erect and begging for attention. She arches her back off the cold table, offering herself up to you completely.

You're bigger than she remembers from their earlier encounters; harder too. It both thrills and frightens her how much control you seem to have over this situation...and her body. But despite the fear, there is an undeniable excitement coursing through her veins that has her moaning out your name in desperate need.

She writhes beneath you, helpless against your skilled touch as your fingers dance across her sensitive skin. Her breath comes in short gasps and sobs, her body trembling with the effort to remain still for even a moment. As you lower yourself between her spread legs, she parts them further, welcoming you deeper into her hot, wet core.

The weight of you pressing down on her is almost too much; it's unbearably intense and yet strangely satisfying at the same time. With each thrust, she feels like she's being split apart and reassembled piece by piece, reforming into something new and better beneath your relentless touch. She doesn't know how long she can take this; her body is on fire, aching for release.

Her hands find purchase on the edge of the table as you pick up speed, driving deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, teeth clenched against the sensation of your hips slamming into hers over and over again. She can feel the tension coiling tightly inside her, building