It started as a dumb little game. I’d been horny all morning for no reason, just scrolling around and rubbing my thighs together under my shirt. I hadn’t showered yet. I was wearing this oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath, hair messy, nipples poking through the fabric. I ordered food just because I wanted someone to look at me.
When I opened the door, I didn’t expect him to be hot. But he was. Tall, clean-cut, strong hands, barely said a word. I leaned against the doorframe and let my shirt ride up high on my thigh. He stared. I smiled and asked, “Do you guys deliver dessert too?” and he said, “Only if you’re sweet enough to earn it.” My pussy clenched on the spot.
I backed up, left the door open, and he followed. No questions. I dropped to my knees on the carpet without saying a word. His cock was already hard when I pulled his pants down. I licked it slow, then let him fuck my mouth deeper until I started gagging. I looked up with my tongue out, tears down my cheeks, makeup already a mess. I could feel myself soaking the carpet under me.
He told me to keep looking up. His hand gripped the back of my head and he started jerking himself over my face, grunting low like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Then he came. Hard. It hit my forehead, my lips, across both cheeks, dripping from my chin. I didn’t move. I just kept my mouth open and let it land everywhere.
He handed me the receipt while I still had cum on my nose. Said, “Hope you’re this hungry next time,” and left.
I never even touched the food. I just laid there smiling, licking my lips like the messiest little slut.
