Doorbell Seductions
by @sandyblitzA 58-year-old traveling lingerie saleswoman with big breasts straining against her matching lace sets, Jackie Bartlett knows exactly how to close a deal. When she visits housewives to sell them stockings and sex toys, the fittings turn into full lesbian sex—one horny customer after another, right in their own homes.
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Lace on Her Thighs
The camisole hangs open. Jackie's thumbs hook into the waistband of the just-donned panties, smoothing the lace over the housewife's hips. She kneels to adjust a garter strap, her face level with the housewife's thighs. The housewife's hand finds the back of Jackie's head, not pushing, just resting there. Jackie looks up, her smile warm, and presses the faintest kiss to the inside of the housewife's knee.
Wand in Hand
Jackie's hand slides off Alison's hip and into the open case at the foot of the sofa. She retrieves a sleek pink wand, its silicone surface cool against the warm air. “This one's new,” she murmurs, pressing it against Alison's inner thigh without turning it on. Alison's breath catches again, the anticipation of its hum already building between them.
Silk and Shadow
Jackie folds the silk blindfold and sets it aside. "Not yet," she murmurs, her hand sliding behind Alison's neck, lifting her head slightly. She kisses her, slow and deep, her tongue tracing Alison's lower lip before she pulls back. "I want you to feel me put it on. Every fold, every brush of silk against your skin. Close your eyes." Alison obeys, and Jackie brings the blindfold up, pressing the velvet pad against her eyelids, the silk straps slipping behind her hair. She ties it gently, the pressure soft and absolute.
Next Appointment
Jackie's fingers slow inside Alison, feeling her pulse soften. She eases out and presses a kiss to Alison's hip. 'That was lovely,' she murmurs, reaching for the blindfold knot. 'But I've got another appointment up the road—Nicky Stracey. She'll be waiting.' Alison's hands find Jackie's wrist, holding her there a moment longer.
Polish Blonde
Jackie presses the doorbell at the neat brick house on Sycamore Lane, the chime echoing inside. She shifts her weight, the suspenders pulling at her shoulders beneath her coat, the stockings whispering against her thighs. The door opens to reveal a young blonde woman in a green blouse, a silver wedding band on her finger, a nervous smile already forming. 'Mrs. Stracey? I'm Jackie Bartlett, Lace & Lingerie Direct. I believe you're expecting me.'