Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7

... followed by a loud belch that echoed throughout the cabin.

When I entered the living room, I had an inner urge to clean the little cottage when I looked around at the bombed-out dumpster. It was probably a little out of place to clean up for the late hour of the evening, but that didn't hold me back. I therefore opened the patio door and all the windows, while the television was switched to the music function and the volume turned up to a suitable level. It made my mood shine even more now that the dear babe had been so kind as to push it into action by popping the meat whistle for me.

“Weakness,” I giggled the moment I spotted all my cum on the floor to be wiped up. I shook my head in resignation at the thought that the delicious bitch couldn't swallow my life seeds. In return, she had at least been kind enough to spit it out in one place, and not in all sorts of directions. It made the cleaning easier.

Shortly after, when the living room looked like its original self again, and was completely clean, it was time for a well-deserved bath. I just managed to pull the curtain off the shower and on my way in when I heard a knock on the front door.

"I wonder who it is?" I muttered, looking at my watch. It was close to ten in the evening.

"It couldn't possibly be the neighbour's daughter again," I thought. Last time, she waded carelessly into my living room without announcing her arrival. I highly doubted that in just a few hours, she had acquired the courtesy to knock before her visit. I hurriedly put on a pair of loose track pants and slapped the towel over one shoulder before walking out into the hall to open the front door.