The night goes on.

The night went on, with Isabella trying to get work done, while Munoz kept interrupting her.

She was signing some documents when he bent her over the desk, slamming his cock into her and groping her breasts as he did so.

Afterwards, Isabella laid on the couch, trying to let her sore pussy recover while reading some reports, when Munoz crawled on top her, putting his dick between her breasts and titfucking her.

"Fuck, I love your tits," he said, thrusting his cock between her firm breasts as it peeked out from between her tits. She had rolled her eyes, trying to ignore him, but the sensation of his hard cock sliding between her soft breasts was too much and she began licking the tip as it came out.

The reports were thrown aside, and soon he was fucking her tits and mouth, cumming all over her face and breasts.

Later, as she was sitting in the bath, relaxing and enjoying the warm water, Munoz walked in, his cock hard and ready. She tried to fight him off, but his strength was too much, and he lifted her up and impaled her on his cock, her wet body bouncing up and down his thick shaft.

He fucked her, her tits bouncing, the water splashing, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls. When they were done, he sat into the tub with her, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body trembling, his cock still buried deep inside her.

And when she finally drifted of into peaceful slumber, thinking the day was over, she was woken up by the feeling of Munoz' dick inside her mouth again, his balls hanging in her face. This time, he at least had the decency to return the favor, and licked and nibbled at her clit as she gagged on his cock. The room was filled with muffled moans and wet slurping, her juices flowing freely as his tongue danced across her folds.

He grew impatient however, and started to bounce his hips up and down on the mattress, fucking her face like a pussy. She choked and gagged, her throat bulging, her eyes watering. She tried to open her throat, to let the cockmeat slide down her gullet, but his thrusts were too strong. She gurgled, saliva drooling onto the sheets, throat sent into a spasm.

"That's right, queen," Munoz growled, his balls smacking against her face. "You're a natural born cocksucker, take my entire fucking cock."

She whimpered, the taste of his cock flooding her mouth, her body betraying her mind. She could feel her orgasm building, his rough treatment pushing her to the edge. His balls were tight, heavy with cum, ready to empty themselves into her eager mouth.

With one final thrust, Munoz buried himself inside her throat, his cock twitching. He grunted, his seed erupting from his cock, painting her throat and insides white. He held her there, his balls pressed against her face, his cock throbbing, pumping his jet after jet of goo down her throat.

Isabella swallowed, her throat muscles milking him, coaxing every last drop from his balls. Her body shuddered, her own orgasm washing over her, her pussy spasming.

When he finally pulled out, his cock dripping with her saliva, he was rewarded with the sight of her mouth gaping, face flushed, eyes glazed over.

Isabella must have passed out from exhaustion after that, because when she came to, the morning rays were streaming through the curtains, and she was lying alone in the bed, naked and sticky. She rolled over, groaning, her body sore.

She spotted a note on the pillow next to her, scribbled on a piece of paper.

"Had to run, shift has ended. See you next week! - Cpl. M."

She smiled, folding the note and putting it away. She laid there, letting her tired body soak in the sun, her thoughts drifting, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in," she called, the voice raspy and raw, her throat still recovering from the previous night's ****.

A red beret entered the room, his uniform crisp and immaculate, a silver tray held in his hand.

"Good morning, Presidente," the Queensguard said. "Your breakfast. I'll be your assigned companion for today."

"Thank you," she replied, sitting up and taking the tray. It was a simple meal of eggs, bacon, and toast, but she was famished and dug in hungrily.

Before she could taste the first bite, a thick, semi hard cock splattered onto the plate, splashing her face with food. She was about to complain, when her jaw was grabbed by the other hand, forcing her to look up.

The soldier smirked, his eyes boring into her.

"Bon appetit, Presidente."

Isabella sighed, and opened wide, guiding his cock into her mouth.

It was going to be a long day.