I turned the shower off and hopped out, drying myself off and wrapping a towel into my hair. I had just gotten a VS package and I slipped on my new thong and bralette. Mm Marcelo would like this I thought. I slipped on some shorts but kept my top off and walked over to our bed. It’s sheets freshly cleaned and I leaned back so that I could relax for a few more minutes. My thoughts began to wonder and I began to fantasize about how Marcelo would touch and hold me when he got home. He was tall, with perfectly olive toned skin, and a deep voice and Italian accent. His body was chiseled and large in comparison to my small figure. I have to admit my thoughts got a little dirty, I began to think about how beautiful he looked fucking me and how it large cock felt in my pussy. My hand lowered down and I slipped it into my underwear rubbing my clit lightly. I let out a little moan, feeling how wet thinking about him had made me. I began to rub faster, thrusting my hips into my hand and making my tits bounce. I moaned loudly and starting finger fucking my self hard and fast. I could feel my pussy pulsating about to squirt when I heard noise from downstairs. “Noemi my love I’m home” Marcelo shouts. I stand up and scramble down the long set of stairs towards him, my legs were shaking and I was slightly dizzy from pleasure. “ Hi baby” I say as he reaches to hug and kiss me. “ Are you okay my love? Your so warm are you sick?” Marcelo says putting his hand on my forehead. “No mi amor” I say looking him up and down. He leaned down, In a gesture that made me think he would kiss my cheek, but instead he whispered in my ear. “You’ve been fucking yourself haven’t you” I knod my head blushing. He pulls me closer to him and grabs my ass. “That’s my job isn’t it princess”