Delia heard James and rescues him... evenutally.
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
wr1ter98
Several hours later...
Having had enough of James’s struggles inside her ass, Delia stumbled off to her bedroom, flopping down on her bed, not bothering to clean off the empty junk food wrappers or beer bottles. With a lack of dexterity only a drunk has, she relaxed her sphincter and shoved her hand up her ass, pulling James out with a large fart.
“What the fuck was that?” James yelled, “I told you to stop!”
“You dinnt say when,” Delia slurred, a crude smile on her face. “Ah’m jus... followin’ orders.”
James had to put his head in his hands and count to ten. He couldn’t believe he’d been outsmarted by this stupid drunk.
“Go run me a comfortable bath in the sink. Use my favorite soap at a reasonable level. When you’ve done that, come back and gently place me in the sink. Understand, bitch?”
“Loud ‘n clear,” Delia said, hiccuping.
She raised herself up off the bed, then lurched off to the bathroom. James heard the water running. He gave himself an experimental sniff and almost gagged; yep, he definitely needed a bath.
Delia returned a few minutes later, picking James up with surprising tenderness. She set him down in the water, which was the perfect temperature. James handed her his clothes, now thoroughly destroyed.
“Dispose of these clothes, then make me my favorite food.”
Delia took the clothes, saying nothing, then walked away.
James closed his eyes, easing himself into the bath and relaxing his tense muscles. He fell asleep, waking later to cold water and Delia standing over him expectantly.
Having had enough of James’s struggles inside her ass, Delia stumbled off to her bedroom, flopping down on her bed, not bothering to clean off the empty junk food wrappers or beer bottles. With a lack of dexterity only a drunk has, she relaxed her sphincter and shoved her hand up her ass, pulling James out with a large fart.
“What the fuck was that?” James yelled, “I told you to stop!”
“You dinnt say when,” Delia slurred, a crude smile on her face. “Ah’m jus... followin’ orders.”
James had to put his head in his hands and count to ten. He couldn’t believe he’d been outsmarted by this stupid drunk.
“Go run me a comfortable bath in the sink. Use my favorite soap at a reasonable level. When you’ve done that, come back and gently place me in the sink. Understand, bitch?”
“Loud ‘n clear,” Delia said, hiccuping.
She raised herself up off the bed, then lurched off to the bathroom. James heard the water running. He gave himself an experimental sniff and almost gagged; yep, he definitely needed a bath.
Delia returned a few minutes later, picking James up with surprising tenderness. She set him down in the water, which was the perfect temperature. James handed her his clothes, now thoroughly destroyed.
“Dispose of these clothes, then make me my favorite food.”
Delia took the clothes, saying nothing, then walked away.
James closed his eyes, easing himself into the bath and relaxing his tense muscles. He fell asleep, waking later to cold water and Delia standing over him expectantly.
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