You're a prostitute, not a wife.

You wave the thoughts away as fantasy, instead focusing your attention back on his cock.

Your lips slide down the length until they reached his hairy pelvis. His dripping tip painting your tonsils in precum. You close your lips around it, grinding your tongue against it until you're met with a deep, satisfied groan.

"Mmm," you groaned as you slurped over his erection.

You took as much of his cock as you could enjoying his fingers pulsing into your pussy, playing gently with your clit.

You continued to slide your mouth up and down his cock as you felt your customer begin to undress you. Helping remove your shorts and underwear first, before moving his attention to your shirt.

With the last of the clothes removed, minus your socks and shoes, he took possession of your breasts. His touch was so soft and tender, smoothing his fingers over you, exploring your young flesh.

You continued to swallow his cock, loving the taste, the texture of the old man’s skin, and the way it tickled your throat.

You pulled it from your throat, your eyes watering from taking it down so far.

You stared at it adoring its firmness, its shape, its size, each of the veins which engorged it, and the precum and your saliva that made it shine.

He was close, you could feel it. If you made him cum now, you might not have to give him a lap dance or take his cock yo your ass. At the same time, you wanted relief from your burning pussy and him fucking you could relieve that. Or even better, you could empty his balls, and let him fuck you. What should you do?