Alexandra Paris had been looking for a younger man for some time. She didn’t want complications or promises—just someone with energy, a firm body, and a desire to fuck without beating around the bush. That afternoon, the doorbell rang, and the delivery man appeared at the door with several cushions she had ordered online. He was young, attractive, and clearly unprepared for what was coming. Alexandra looked him up and down, smiled with total confidence, and invited him inside “to help her arrange them.” He hesitated for a second. She didn’t.
As soon as they entered the living room, Alexandra closed the door and slipped off her robe. Underneath, she wore only black lingerie that left little to the imagination. She stepped toward the delivery man, took the package from his hands, and set it on the sofa. “The cushions can wait,” she told him as she unbuttoned his uniform. He tried to say something, but she had already pulled down his pants and held his semi-hard cock between her fingers. Alexandra’s confidence was so absolute that any resistance vanished in seconds.
She knelt and took him into her mouth eagerly, sucking deeply while looking him in the eye. The young delivery man let out a surprised moan and grabbed her hair. Alexandra controlled the rhythm—the depth, the speed, and when to pause to talk dirty to him. Once he was fully hard, she pushed him onto the sofa, straddled him, and impaled herself on him in one fluid motion. She began to ride him hard, her tits bouncing as she set the pace for every thrust. “This is exactly what I needed,” she gasped, looking at him with a triumphant smile.
She made him change positions as often as she pleased. She got on all fours on the newly arrived cushions and forced him to fuck her hard from behind. Every thrust was deep and audible. Alexandra moaned without restraint, demanding it harder and faster, using the deliveryman exactly as she had imagined using a younger man. Still somewhat dazed by how quickly things had escalated, he could only grip her hips and obey.
They climaxed almost simultaneously. He came inside her with a long groan, and she followed suit, clutching him tightly as she shuddered. Exhausted, they lay for a moment amidst the scattered cushions. Alexandra was the first to rise; she adjusted her robe and smiled at him with the same confidence she had shown at the start. “You can leave the cushions there.” The deliveryman got dressed in silence—still hardly able to believe it—and left the apartment with his legs feeling a bit unsteady. He had arrived to deliver cushions… and was leaving after the most unforgettable fuck of his route.
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