One more time

Sandra reaches down and feels his cock swelling in her hand. “Mmm. It looks like the flesh is willing. Do you think you can handle more?”

“Hmm. Maybe if you ask nicely, it will tell you.”

She smiles at him and kisses her way down to his cock. Kissing the head, she feels the warm, slick pre-cum against her lips and purrs. Slowly, softly, she kisses his cock from head to base, then down to his balls. Never saying a word and rarely looking up at Chris, Sandra takes her time, kissing his cock and balls all over. She smiles past his turgid, twitching cock. “I think he says he is willing. What do you think?”

Chris grabs her hair with one hand and his cock with the other and presses her mouth against the tip. Sandra eagerly opens her mouth and lets him push his cock fully into her mouth, causing her to gag. She works her tongue around the shaft as she feels her spit flowing freely. He pulls her off his cock by her hair and groans.

“That was for teasing me like that.”

“I don’t know. You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Do you know what I'm really going to enjoy?” Sandra shakes her head. He smiles. “Bending you over the end of the bed and fucking you so hard that you will feel it when you sit across from me in the office tomorrow.”

Sandra gives his cock a long, slow lick. “So you are going to fuck me hard and send me home with a used, filled, and sore pussy?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What if my husband finds out and objects to his wife getting fucked raw and sent home like a dirty slut?”

Chris feels a pang of guilt until she kisses the pre-cum leaking from his cock. Feeling emboldened, “Now that really isn’t something for me to worry about, is it? You can always tell me ‘No’, get dressed and head home.”