?"At this he forced his cock down my throat, pulling my hair to move with his thrusts. I was in a state of pure ecstasy. My cockdaddy was face fucking...me, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with each thrust. Hed stop just long enough to let me breathe, but if my mouth wasn't around his cock then my hands needed to be jerking him off. I thanked him for letting me suck him, thanked him for fucking my mouth. He grabbed my neck and squeezed. He grabbed my tits and played with my hard nipples. He. She started unpacking her basket. Bread. A wedge of cheese.Janie came out of his office. She seemed a bit preoccupied the the paperwork she had in one hand. The other hand had a pitcher of water. “He started flagging about an hour ago. Thanks for bringing lunch.”“Of course,” Bella smiled, “I was planning on coming by anyway. Kaduska asked me to bring the invoice for yesterday.”“I’ll take it,” Janie said setting down the pitcher. Bella handed her a few sheets of paper and Janie added them to the. Now I was having no trouble paying the bills, and was even considering hiring some extra help to accommodate the busier days. Not only that, but having someone else in the kitchen would certainly help alleviate the isolation. The metal baking trays clanked against the counter, sending an echo around the empty room. I sighed: the loneliness was always the worst in the mornings. I got everything ready for the day ahead, the process so familiar I barely had to pay attention. Before long the smell. “Yes,” she said. “Usually I come two or three times. I come thinking about you fucking me hard and telling me that if I don’t come, you’re going to stop fucking me and just jerk off on my face. That you won’t let me eat it.” “Do you ever imagine that happening,” he said, running his hand through her hair. “No,” she said. “I always come. And you always finish in my mouth. You always shoot in my mouth.” “Is it a lot?” “It’s always more than I can swallow,” she says. “I try, but it runs down my.