I was already on my knees when he opened the door.
Naked. Hands behind my back. Mouth open. I’d been there twenty minutes because he’d texted be ready from the shop parking lot. My knees ached. My cunt was still swollen and leaking from yesterday’s loads. Dean stepped in, locked the door, and looked at me like I was exactly where he expected.
“Good. Don’t move.”
He stripped his shirt, freed his c**k, and stepped close. It was hard, flushed, a bead of precum at the tip. He tapped it against my tongue, then pushed in slow, feeding me inch by inch until my nose pressed his stomach and my throat fluttered around him. He held me there, one hand in my hair, the other cupping my jaw.
“Shop took it. Three days minimum. That means three more days of this. Maybe more if they find extra damage. Y
