I really couldn't decipher what told Liza but I didn't care. I quickly take my shower. I wondered if Liza had been told to be 's replacement while she was away, but that seemed too unlikely.
I am surprised to see the silhouette of Liza on the bathroom door. "," she whispers. "Can I come in?" I am taken aback and unable to reply.
Without waiting for my reply, Liza pushes open the bathroom door and enters. She is wearing pink short shorts and a light gray swing tank. I instinctively grab my towel to cover myself.
Liza smiles wickedly. "Do you know what your wife just instructed me to do?" I shake my head. "You'll love it," she assures me. In one motion, she takes off her tank and hangs it on the towel rack. She isn't wearing a bra. Her 36C boobs face me like headlights. My cock causes a tenting on my towel. She grins as she notices this.
She then grabs my towel and places it on the rack. Kneeling in front of me, she gently moves her hand up and down my hardening rod. "What did promise you in return for doing this?" I ask.
She ignores my question and places my cockhead inside her warm mouth. Her left hand continues its up and down motion, while her right hand massages my balls, occasionally tickling my asshole. I respond by fondling her breasts.
I am overcome with the simultaneous stimulations that I uncontrollably shoot load after load of cum into her mouth. She swallows all of them without wasting a drop. "That was quick," she says, kissing me on the lips. "You tasted good."
"Thanks," I say. "When can I return the favor?"
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