After I return from the store, I find her sitting on the living room chair in her work clothes, her legs crossed, but rhythmically bouncing one leg over the other knee like a puppy wagging its tail when her master returns home, waiting to be taken out for a walk to the park.
She gets up off the chair and kisses me on the lips. “Good morning.”
She kisses me a lot more. “I missed you.”
“How much longer is this going to go on?”
“Well, if you don’t like it — !”
“I didn’t say I don’t like it. It’s just that you’re not the only one who has to get ready for work.”
“Let me blow you,” she says, dropping to her knees. “Please.”
“Lo, you know you’re just going to get yourself and me all riled up, and we both have to leave in about five minutes.”
“Please,” she says, looking up at me from her kneeling position in front of my crotch.
“Lo, people are walking to work out there,” I say, pointing out the window in front of our house.
“Well, let’s give them something to think about at work,” she says, undoing my pants.
“If you’re so fucking horny, then get in the bedroom and pull down your pants.”
“Daddio, it took me a long time to put this outfit together.”
“Well, just pull down your pants around your boots and bend over the bed and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Can I blow you first?”
“If you insist.”
“I really want your cock in my mouth.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She scampers down the hall to the bedroom and before I even get in, she’s sitting on the bed, her pants and panties down around the tops of her boots, her tongue licking her lips.
“Come to me,” she says, pulling me by my hips to her face. She takes my cock all the way down her throat.
“That feels good,” I whisper.
Pulling me out, she looks up and says, “I’m glad you like it. Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
“No. Get up and turn around and bend over.”
She complies. I slide deep inside her. She cums in seconds. I pull out.
“Oh my God!” she says, lying on her tum, her ass exposed.
“Lo, you’re going to be late.”
She slowly gets up and pulls up her panties and pants. “I’m soaked.”
“Yeah, so am I.”
“But you can take a shower. I have to go to work like this.”
“I thought you liked that.”
“I do. I’m not complaining. I’m exclaiming.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]