The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air as the curvy housewife, Marcy, wiped the flour from her hands and approached the door, the bell’s chime echoing through the quiet suburban street. She eagerly peeked through the peephole to find the mailman, Brad, standing with a knowing smirk, his bulging mailbag hinting at more than just letters and bills. Their eyes met, and the tension grew thick as they shared a silent understanding of the delicious secret they’d been indulging in for weeks. As she unlocked the door, her heart raced with anticipation. Brad’s oversized package was never one she wanted to miss, especially when it meant he’d be delivering something far more personal than the mail. With a seductive smile, she invited him in, her apron fluttering as she led him to the couch, ready to receive his special delivery. His strong hands found her waist, lifting her onto the cushions as he dropped to his knees. Marcy’s eyes rolled back with pleasure as Brad’s skilled tongue traced the curves of her body, making her wet with desire. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she begged for his thick, pulsing manhood, and he happily obliged, filling her to the brim. She moaned with every thrust, feeling his hot seed spurt deep inside her, painting her walls with his love. It was a deliciously naughty interlude, a forbidden dessert to follow her morning chores, and Marcy couldn’t wait for the next time the mail came with an extra special surprise.
