She came home early and didn’t bother knocking. The kitchen table was already sticky with something that wasn’t food—his belt still buckled when she yanked his pants down past his ass. No words, just a sharp tug on his cock like she owned it, lips sealing around him before he could brace himself. He stood there watching her gag, hands gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright while she gagged mid-swallow. His fingers tangled in that dirty blonde hair as he pulled out just enough to let her gasp for air before shoving back in deeper this time—face flushed, mascara smearing as tears rolled down. The table creaked under them both.
