This space was more than a house to her, it was her home, though what would happen to this home tomorrow had yet to be answered to her satisfaction. B...t now was not the time to ponder on that. Her mind groused at the thought of any kind of mental workout before it had been allowed it’s coffee. Her morning routine consisted of making her coffee, A rich Ethiopian blend that smelled of chocolate and earth, with cream and three sugars, then grabbing the robe she left by door for just this purpose,. It seemed to taste like strawberry cheesecake or some other sweet dessert.With her practically scrubbing my head, I knew I still had her feeling good. So, I just kept going and perfected my nipple licking technique on her to hopefully woo some woman in the future. I surely knew having sex with them could certainly sharpen my skills.I didn't picture anyone else; they were both perfect for me in every way. After a few minutes, Vienna managed to not cum just yet, and then she brought my face back. I slid them on and dressed for work. She made the comment that she would be hot thinking about me all day wearing those panties. I had to admit to myself that it was going to make me hotter. So that’s how it started. Later in the week, she met me with yet another pair—these of beige lace. The next week, it was nearly every day, each day a new pair. She evidently had thrown more than a random pair into her cart that day at the mall. As it turns out, her shopping trips since our return from. She answered yes it was exciting. I pulled out and told her spin around sit on couch. She did as I grabbed both sides her head and dangled my wet hard cock infront of her mouth until she took it in. I fucked her face like I would a real whore. Hard, fast and deep as tears started come from her eyes from me cramming my cock hard down her throat. I grabbed her and helped her get up pulled her to the coffee table. I pushed her down on the coffee table she laid back and I looked down at her naked.