Daniella – Episode 12

Episode 12  Funny enough, it wasn’t long before I heard footsteps in the hallway. At first I ignored it since it was quite feint and unconvincing but soon I confirmed that someone had entered the house when I noticed the reflections of the person on the marble floor I was scrubbing as the person got close to the lobby. It was at this time that I realized the person was actually Mr. Johnson! He instantly halted once he got   into the lobby. I remember wanting to sit up at first, to welcome him but for some reasons, I did not do that at all. Instead, I pretended I never knew he was there. Of course, I was seeing him clearly from his many reflections on the marble tiles and could candidly observe that he was starring at my ass! Oh! That same ass of mine! The reflections I was getting from the ceramic tiled walls, showed that my skirt was almost half-way down my buttocks! Leaving just the panties which was also a great deal down, leaving the man with a sinful view of my naked ass cheeks and the start of the crack of my butt! How I enjoyed what I was doing! I had him transfixed and he was yet to make a sound! My p—y responded by sipping thin strands of c–t juice at once. I was already roused! So I began to play into the experience. As I kept scrubbing, I bent my back in, creating a curve in the course but it devilishly caused my already wide hips and buttocks to stick out even more into the air! This exerted more pressure on the panty and skirt and in gradual movements, they began sliding down the more! Each quick glance at the walls, explained to me how far they had rode down and by how much I should attempt going further! This continued until I began fearing that the two pieces of cloth would end up collapsing into a heap on my calf. While that might seem to be a good thing to my greater aim, I was quick to remember that I never intended to make him feel insecure. So once I realized how risky it was going to be going any further down, I stopped exerting pressure! But when I looked at the mirror again, I realized that my p—y was just a whisker away from coming into view! Goodness gracious!! Mr. Johnson hadn’t said a word yet but his d–k had. Before my panties could get half- way down my ass cheeks, his d–k conspicuously rose across the length of his trouser!! It cut a profound bulge across his right leg and it kept pulsating in an attempt to break free!! He didn’t make a move but his d–k kept doing so! As I caught glimpses of this through the reflections on the wall, my burning p—y poured more juice into my panties. But I wasn’t satisfied. If he wasn’t going to grab me and f–k the living daylight out of me, I wasn’t set to stop! I was going to keep doing this until he reacted!! So without any warning, I began to take gradual turning circles on the floor as I scrubbed on. In no time, I had turned to where he was standing. He remained there nonetheless and I felt his peering eyes were now greeted with another erotic view. He was now seeing my plump fat ass cheeks straight from the curve of my back! I could imagine how tempting it appeared. But that wasn’t my major concern. I was more interested in the next thing I was set to do! So without getting to delay him much longer, I spontaneously rose from my crawl and subsequently knelt. Sitting into my calves in the course. As I did, I could feel my bare ass cheeks on my legs. This then brought my extremely damp shirt to full view. And given how sheer and thin the shirt material was as well as my   aroused engorged boobs with their poking nipples, he met a wet shirt clung onto a heavy set of swollen heavy melons! My nipples were piercing through as though they would poke out of the fabric! When he saw this, he hissed! He was certainly enchanted by what he had seen, but I now needed him to do something! So I remained the way I knelt, only pretending I was wriggling away water from the sheet of cloth I had been drying up the floor with. .  TBC…