Paying for pizza-2

Redoubling her effort, she pumped his shaft and massaged his balls. And then suddenly, like an old friend, her dizzying hunger was back.

Marley stopped stroking his cock. The cockhead in her hand quivered. She felt certain he intended to fill her mouth with his semen. Looking up, she saw the pizza guy’s eyes were half-lidded, and he licked his lips. He opened his eyes and cast them down at her.

“Do not come in my mouth,” Marley hissed. It came out harsher than she intended, and the pizza guy slumped his shoulders, gave a little half laugh, and shook his head.

Just then a tentative knock sounded on the door. Marley looked at the door holding the wet cock in her hand. For a beat, no one moved.

“Marley?” Joey said. “Are you in there?”

Marley jumped to her feet and hustled the delivery guy from view. Opening the door a few inches, Marley peered out.

“The man is back,” Joey said, his eyes all big and sad.

Marley slipped out the door and closed it behind her. Squatting down, she took her little b*****r’s face in her hands. Her crotch was soaked, her nipples still hard, and her head whirling with desire. As shameful as it felt to suck that boy’s cock, Marley couldn’t deny her own excitement. She blew air from her lungs and tried to think clearly.