As Evelyn Buarque stepped into the garden, she felt a sudden jolt of arousal when she saw me spraying the flowers with a hose, water droplets glimmering on my toned body. She licked her lips, watching me move sensuously to the rhythm of the spray. Without warning, I turned off the hose and pinned her against the wall, our bodies flush. My hands roamed over hers, pushing up her skirt as she moaned softly. I teasingly wet my fingers with my tongue before slipping them inside her soaking wet panties. She gasped as I found her clit, rubbing it in circles while she arched her back in pure desire.
