I could smell the heady smell of hot fuck from twenty feet away. You still have a death grip on my hair, holding my head in your pussy. Your eyes fell to my stiff shaft, and you instinctively bit your lower lip. My fingers had relaxed your asshole a bit, but I still had to go slowly. I was sad, I enjoyed your company so much, but I knew that you needed to spend time at home. I startled, instinctively tried to cover up until your hotness stopped me cold. We talked for a couple minutes about your lunch date, what I needed from the Home Depot and the projects I had plans. I licked your pussy clean as you recovered from your orgasm. Hurt me. Welcome to the neighborhood you said with a sly grin as you moved over to my chair. I smiled and laid back on the bed, stroking my cock that was pointing straight at the ceiling. After a bit, you suggested that we should get back to work, maybe after a shower.
