As the football game progressed, I found myself growing increasingly distracted by the beautiful woman cleaning my house wearing nothing but a tight, white t-shirt. Her sensual movements, combined with the way her breasts bounced slightly with each step, were too much for me to handle.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, I stood up and approached her. She looked up at me, surprised but not alarmed. I reached out and slowly lifted up her shirt, revealing her perfectly sculpted body. She gasped softly as my fingers brushed against her bare skin.
Despite my growing arousal, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the game on the TV. She sensed my dilemma and decided to help me out. She kneeled down in front of me, taking my cock in her hand and expertly stroking it in time with the action on the screen.
