Cleaned Up

Carlos watched you admit that your sample wasn't going to be clean, smirking at you, as you knelt before him. The burly Cuban was enjoying the control your weakness offered him. You carefully unzipped his pants, his gut pushing outward. You sniffed it delicately. It bore a familiar scent.

"I see you were busy this morning, Papi," you said, gingerly sniffing.

"I thought I'd give you a present," Carlos said, smiling, his teeth crooked. "C'mon, puta, do what you do best."

You frowned. The thing reeked of pussy, from the ballsack to the uncut tip. You wondered idly if your presence was sparking their marriage, unknown as you were. Or perhaps she was collateral damage from his hankering for you, making you collateral damage. Your nose wrinkled as you wrapped your lips around his big hairy nuts, sucking on one orb, than the other. He moaned audibly.

"Si, puta ... just like that," he said, eyes closed. You sucked all the pussy juice off his balls, then kissed upwards, wrapping your plush pink lips around his cock. You took him skillfully.

"Mmm, yeah, clean Maria off me. Should have you do this more," he said. His eyes cracked open. "Like a fuckin' barbie doll. Pink lips. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Fuck."

You got to work, bobbing your mouth eagerly up and down his shaft until you got your reward. Another day, another reprieve.