For literal hours

She stared at the photo and yelled:

"I have tried so many times to ride John's cock in the night instead of using my throat. But he wakes up every single damn time. He berates me for turning even normal work tasks sexual, and tells me that everything isn't about me, but I desperately want to feel him empty his load deep into my pussy.

I may be barren, but that just makes me crave a cum injection even more. I can just imagine what it would feel like if his cock were deep in my pussy and start to twit... AAAAAH FUCK! This is awful!"

She pulled her hand away again as fast as she can. She started to shake a little, but didn't cum. She looked at the clock. It had only been 12 minutes. She had... oh no... hours and hours to go. She settled her hand in place and started once more. She really, really wish that John hadn't said "furiously."

After four hours, some of her fantasies started drifting in an unusual direction. Eve was getting hungry.

"I feel like I've swallowed literal gallons of his cum at this point. I hate the taste. It tastes like runny eggs, it burns when it comes out of my nose, and it's even worse when I have to lick it up cold from the ground. But I can't stop fantasizing about it right now.

"I'm so hungry, I want him to start cumming down my throat and never stop. It's thicker than the piss he feeds me, and I can feel myself wanting desperately to swallow until I can't anymore. The thought of his cock pulsing in my throat is starting to turn me on and I NEED IT. OH FUCK I NEED TO EAT HIS CUM. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK AAAAAAEEEE!!"

Eve pulled her hand away, but this time she was too late. She closed her eyes and started to cum for the first time in years. It was exquisite, and she felt her whole body convulse uncontrollably.

But when she opened her eyes -

...she saw John. Oh, fuck. He was home an hour early. And he was watching her. And he was smiling evilly.

"It looks like we have to do even more punishment than I expected. I hope you're ready." And he unzipped his pants.