Taxes - MARO508
Maya Romero, my alternative tax lady with striking pink-and-black hair and a canvas of tattoos, sat across from me at the dinner table, her piercing gaze skeptical as I explained my streaming income. Her edgy style—chokers, band tees, and combat boots—clashed with the mundane setting, but her curiosity burned hotter than her disbelief. When she demanded proof, I led her to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken tension. Once inside, she dropped her guarded professionalism, her inked hands roaming my body as we kissed. Her tank top and jeans gave way to bare skin, revealing a toned figure that matched her bold aesthetic. I laid her on the bed, my mouth finding her clit as she bucked against me, soaked and eager. We moved through positions—missionary, side-by-side, reverse cowgirl—her pink hair tangled in sweat as she rode me. I flipped her onto her hands and knees, pounding into her from behind before pulling out, spilling cum across her face. She smirked, licking her lips, already planning how to deduct the encounter from next year’s taxes.
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