Hannah’s next appointment was at two. She texted me at noon asking if I could swing by and keep Marcus company while she was gone—“he’s stressed about the nursery paint.” I said yes. I wore a skirt and nothing under it. By the time I let myself in with the key under the mat, my cunt was already wet.
Marcus was in the bedroom. He looked up when I walked in, saw the lack of panties when I lifted the skirt, and nodded at the bed.
“On your knees. Mouth open. You’re swallowing first today. Then I’m finishing in you twice. She won’t be back until four.”
I knelt on their sheets. He freed his c**k, gripped my hair, and pushed into my throat. No slow start. The head hit the back and stayed until I gagged and spit flooded. He f****d my mouth in hard, short strokes, drool running down my chin onto
