While the hubby was away, the nanny took care of everything with the handyman

The wife’s belongings are gone, the house feels hollow. He calls for repairs, the workman arrives with tools and a cocky smirk. The hammer hits the floor first, then the last nail of restraint. Greasy hands grab thick thighs as the workman pins her against the counter, his belt buckle clanging against the tile. She gasps when calloused fingers twist into her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat. The drill hums between her legs, not for screws—his cock demands attention next. She moans as rough palms slap her ass, the sound echoing off the bare walls. He fucks her over the sink, water splashing with every thrust. Her nails scratch the countertop as she’s lifted, impaled on his thick length. The workman grunts, his hips slapping against her ass, driving her toward a desperate, messy finish. No promises, just rough, filthy relief.