Lunch Break

“Why don’t you get something to eat,” Destiny asked, “you’re going to need your energy for the rest of the day” she gave him another peck on the cheek and watched another string of precum snap as she drew back, “if you like, I could make you lunch as well?”

“No!” He replied suddenly and then gained his composure, “no. No thanks. I can make it myself.” He assured her.

“Suit yourself.” She replied.

He went to his kitchen to see what he had. Not much. Some stale bread and a little bit of sliced turkey. Normally he ordered in, but he felt that wasn’t safe to do. It was going to be difficult answering the door without revealing the dick pointing at him. Even then, she’d probably cum on his face just before he answered it.

“Dammit,” he thought, “sandwich it is”

He navigates his way around the kitchen with his dick obstructed view. “I don’t suppose it would be too much to ask for you to go back down so I can see what I’m doing?” He asked passive aggressively.

“We had an agreement,” Destiny said, “maybe if you said ‘My Beloved Destiny, could you find it in yourself to give me a moment, I might.”

“Im not calling you that,” he said, “we’ve discussed this.”

“Then I’m staying right here.” She declared.

He slapped the meat onto the old bread and cautiously navigated the sandwich around his dick and into his mouth. The first bite didn’t taste good, but on the second bite it tasted the same.

“Damnit! Why can’t I get this taste of cum out of cum out of my mouth?!” He violently thought

Taking a third bite of the sandwich, hoping his palette would officially be cleaned, but if anything the taste was stronger!

What the fuck?” He whispered to himself. He shot a glance down at the sandwich in his hand to see a white ooze dripping down from the bite marks. He glanced over the sandwich to see that Destiny had poked herself in from the other side and appeared to be “contributing” to the sandwich.