The handyman, intrigued by Faith's forwardness, watches as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacy bra struggling to contain her generous assets. She takes his hand, pressing it against her warm, wet pussy through her skirt. 'I want you to fuck me right here, right now,' she breathes, her eyes gleaming with lust. He obliges, lifting her onto the kitchen counter, his thick fingers expertly teasing her pink folds, preparing her for his throbbing cock.