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The moment Mrs. Thompson’s Mercedes disappears down the driveway, the house becomes a temple to my sin. Tony’s cologne clings to everything—his leather jacket slumped on the chair, the half-empty coffee mug he left on the counter. My Dick Sucking Lips graze the rim where his mouth touched it, imagining the bitter taste of his kiss mixed with espresso. I’ve memorized his routine: gym at 6 PM, home by 7:30, those gray sweatpants hugging every inch of that thick, uncut cock. My plump lips part instinctively, a whimper trapped in my throat. If he walked in right now, I’d tear those pants open with my teeth.

College classes blur into daydreams of him. Professor droning about econ theory? All I hear is Tony’s voice, gravelly and commanding: “Open wider, Roxy.” My dick craving lips ache during lectures, my pen doodling obscene sketches in the margins—his cock splitting my mouth, my spit glistening on his shaft. When Mrs. Thompson texts me to babysit, I’m already dripping. These soft lips smirk as I lie to my roommate: “Study group tonight!” No—tonight, I’ll kneel, praying to Tony’s zipper.

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That day, he fixed the sink? Fuck. His toolbelt hung low on his hips, his biceps flexing as he twisted the wrench. I “accidentally” brushed my plump lips against his shoulder, inhaling his sweat. He froze. For one breathless second, his eyes raked over my tank top, my nipples hardening under his gaze. Now, when I touch myself, I replay that look—hungry, like he wanted to bend me over the kitchen island and fuck my Dick Sucking Lips raw. I’d let him. I’d choke on him.

The baby monitor crackles again—Maddie’s stirring. My panties are drenched, fingers circling my clit as I picture Tony’s hands pinning my wrists. “You’ve been teasing me,” he’d snarl, cock slapping my watering lips before shoving inside. I’d gag, tears streaming as he fucks my throat like a fleshlight, those husky groans telling me I’m his good little slut. These seductive Dick Sucking Lips would gape around him, swollen and shiny, while Mrs. Thompson’s wedding photo watches from the mantle.

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What if she does know? What if she’s got a camera hidden, getting off on watching me crave her husband? Let her. Let her see me suck him off in their marital bed, myslutty lips working him to a frenzy like a glory hole cock sucker. I’d lock eyes with the lens as he cums down my throat, my moans vibrating his cock. “You’re welcome, Mrs. T.,” I’d purr, licking his seed off my Dick Sucking Lips. “He needed this more than you ever could.”

Headlights sweep the garage. He’s here. I pop a mint, my Dick Sucking Lips glazed with cherry gloss. The door creaks open. Tony pauses, his gaze scalding me—my cleavage, my skirt hiked up my thighs. “Roxy,” he says, voice rough. Not “Where’s my wife?” Not “How are the kids?” Just my name, filthy with intent. His hand fists in my hair, yanking me to my knees. And when my supple lips finally close around him, hot and pulsing, I know I’ve won.

But then—click. The front door swings open. Mrs. Thompson stands frozen, her designer bag slipping from her shoulder. Tony’s cock jerks in my mouth, cum erupting down my throat as I stare up at her. I don’t stop. Let her watch. Let her see how I milk him, how my tongue laps every drop. “Tony…” she whimpers, but he grips my hair tighter, grinding deeper. “Clean it up, Roxy,” he growls. I obey, my dick sucking lips dragging up his shaft, his spend glistening on my chin like a badge. Hers now? No. Mine. Want more fantasy phone sex…

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