She straddled my face

Her pussy was neat, with plump, dark lips. Abby pushed my head down.

The key scraped in the lock with a gravelly crunch. A long day of laying brick left my hands feeling like two slabs of sandpaper and my back aching like I’d been kicked by a horse. All I wanted was a shower, a beer, and to collapse on the sofa with Abby.

And there she was. My Abby, a vision in a little black dress, perched on the arm of the sofa. But she wasn’t alone. Her mate, Zoe, was curled on the cushions, a slinky silver number clinging to her curves. An empty bottle of rosé stood sentinel on the coffee table, with a second already half-defeated.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Abby chirped, her smile a little too bright.

Zoe giggled, a tipsy, musical sound. “Evening, Rob. Rough day at the salt mines?”

“Something like that,” I mumbled, kicking off my steel-toed boots. They landed with a thud, leaving a small cloud of cement dust on the welcome mat. “Didn’t know we had company.”

“Spur of the moment thing,” Abby said, waving a dismissive hand. “Zoe had a shit day, I had a shit day, we decided to get pissed.”

I grunted, shrugging off my jacket. My t-shirt was plastered to my back with a day’s worth of honest sweat. I probably stank. “Right. Well, don’t let me get in your way. I’m just gonna grab a shower.”

“No, stay,” Zoe said, patting the empty cushion beside her. “Tell us about your manly, brick-related problems.” She was taking the piss, but her eyes, a deep, dark brown, held a glint of something else.

I hesitated. But Abby was already on her feet, gliding over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, wrinkling her nose playfully.

“You stink,” she said, her lips brushing my ear. “But it’s a good stink.” She kissed the grimy skin of my neck, then pulled back, leaving a smear of a-damn-near-purple lipstick. “We’ve got a proposition for you.”

My cock, which had been dozing peacefully, gave a noticeable twitch. “A proposition?”