The carpenter knocks on the door, his hammer ready, but it's not nails he's thinking of driving in. The woman who answers is a sight, her curves accentuated by her tight dress. She flirts, he responds, and soon, they're in her bedroom, the scent of sawdust and sex filling the air. He presses her against the wall, his hands roaming, his lips hungry. She grinds against him, her panties soaked. He tears them off, his fingers finding her wet, inviting pussy. She moans, her hands tangling in his hair. He picks her up, her legs wrapping around him, and he enters her, filling her completely. She climbs him like a tree, her breasts bouncing as he pounds into her, giving her exactly what she's been craving.