The Maid Who Cleaned Me Out! I Never Stood A Chance

Izzymoveslike a sultry breeze through a room too hot to breathe in, the kind that made aman forget his own name. Her uniform was a joke—what there was of it—a skirtshortenoughenough to make a preacher sweat and sheer black pantiesthat showed under herskirt. She squatted low, mopping the floor with a rhythm that wasn’t meant for cleaning,partingherlong, honey-gold legs just enough to sell astocking top, pantydream and keepthe change. By the time she was done,her legs were spread and her panties pulled asidetouching and teasing just the way you like…that leavesa man ruined.