Lunch Break

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Hello, I decided to visit LW again(since I am very much loved here) and this time with a very short story that I was inspired to write by watching an amateur porn clip that a friend sent to me, which I thought was extra adorable, here is my take on what was occurring in that video, hope you enjoy Ps. I will leave you all alone in this category for at least a week and I will return with the second half of The Box C.H

On his 15-minute break, Damon sent a text to his wife and asked her to prepare a simple meal for him and that he will be coming home during his lunch break to eat. Normally he would pack his own lunch but was running late in the morning and forgot to bring one along.

Damon was up for a promotion to become the warehouse manager and the past month was pretty stressful trying to make sure he crossed his T’s and dot his I’s. He smiled down at the text his wife sent.

Of course baby, I miss you soooo much, can’t wait for you to come through!

His wife was slick with the sweet talk, he could leave the room for three minutes and she would say that she missed him and wrap him up in her arms as if she’d die to let go.

He proposed to his wife five years ago and it was the best decision he’s ever made. She was smart, beautiful, and most importantly very attentive to his needs. She was the one and only person encouraging him to go for a promotion even though he’s been with the company for less than a year.

“You had plenty of time to show them how valuable you are as an employee,” she said rubbing his shoulders, “I can’t imagine anyone being more qualified than you, daddy.”

“You’re right,” Damon said, leaning into her, “I picked up so much overtime, I’m never late and I offer viable solutions to help improve productivity, I think I will apply.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it,” she said, massaging his temples.

Feeling energized he pulled her around and passionately kissed her before having a marathon love-making session.

Can’t get hard at work, Damon smiled, going back to his station.

******

When Pendik Escort Damon entered his house, he took off his steeled-toed work boots and hard hat and headed toward the kitchen.

“Baby I am home,” he yelled, feeling his stomach rumble. All he had for breakfast was a cup of black coffee on the way out the door and he didn’t get the chance to finish it.

Damon pulled up short when he stepped into the kitchen. He felt himself grow instantly hard by the sight of his wife, who was standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a lacy see-through black teddy that accentuated her curves, showing off a nice amount of cleavage and exposing the underside of her plump buttocks.

“Oh my god baby, what are you wearing,” he said closing the distance and giving her peck on the cheek. Before he could pull back his wife wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, pressing her body against his.

Damon picked her up and placed her on the counter, not breaking the kiss. His wife pulled back and grinned at him.

“We don’t have much time Daddy, I know you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help relax you,” she said, hopping off the counter and pulling him toward the kitchen chair, “would you let me help you?”

Damon checked his watch and swallowed hard; he only lived a couple of minutes away from his workplace and didn’t want to be late, but he was not going to turn down his wife’s offer. His wife expertly unzipped his jeans and pulled down his briefs causing his cock to bounce straight up.

“Sit back Daddy, let babygirl take away all that stress,” she said, lightly pushing him back and falling to her knees. She placed a timer on the table and set it for 20 minutes.

Turning her attention back to him, she slowly started to massage the inside of his thighs.

Damon took a deep breath and smiled.

“You smell so good baby,” he said reaching down to caress her breast.

“Mmnn daddy no, this is all about you,” she said brushing his hand away.

Damon Kurtköy Escort looked down at his beautiful wife and leaned back in the chair. She was staring up at him her eyes not leaving his face, letting him know that he was the center focus of all her attention.

She cupped his dick with her hand and started to stroke it slowly, and while bending down she took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around gently.

“Damn baby that feels so good,” Damon moan, gripping the edge of the table.

She started to hum a little tune with his balls in her mouth and the vibrations went up to his shaft, causing him to spill out droplets of precum. She slowly increased the pace of her hand manipulation to his cock, causing him to snap his head back in pleasure.

“You do that so well,” Damon praised her reaching down to stroke her cheek.

“You like that,” she asked looking up at him and spat out a large glob of spit on his cock before following it down with her mouth, taking him in deeply.

Unprepared Damon moan loudly and bit the inside of his cheek. His wife usually takes her time before devouring him but this time she started off aggressive.

“Girl you gonna put me out of commission, you keep that up,” he said stroking her hair.

She started bobbing her head up and down, making sure to use the tip of her tongue as she went up his shaft.

“Do that fish thing with your mouth babygirl,” he gritted out, feeling close.

He felt the walls of her mouth close in on him and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up a bit meeting her as she went down on him.

“You are getting this soul for sure,” he moaned, forgetting that he had but a few minutes before he had to leave.

His wife didn’t forget as she shot a quick glance at the timer. She felt herself grow uncomfortably wet and she wanted to reach down and touch herself but she told herself to stay focused.

She took one hand to stroke the bottom half of his cock and started picking up speed sucking the Tuzla Escort top half. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, giving him the *fuck me daddy* eyes he knew all too well.

Her mouth was warm and wet and she was hitting all of his targeted areas at once.

Removing her hand she took the full length of his cock in her mouth, feeling it in her throat, she paused there for a couple of seconds before coming back to the tip and started licking the head.

“Give me that creamy,” she begged and went to work again working her way up and down on his shaft.

“You want it, baby girl,” Damon asked feeling his left leg shake and his buttocks drawing close together.

She wouldn’t let up, keeping her pace, letting his cock feel at home.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” Damon chanted.

She blinked up at him twice and he let out a long moan as he let out his load into her mouth and the timer went off. His wife felt a sense of pride in herself for achieving her goal.

A bit weak Damon watched as his wife licked him clean, swallowing every last drop of him.

“You put in that work today,” he said, feeling completely relaxed.

“Daddy, you don’t have that much time left,” she said, standing up. “Time to go back to work.”

Damon looked at the kitchen clock and stood up quickly, putting back on his clothes.

“Shoot, you’re right,” he said quickly, “what are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Some orders came in at the shop so I will be shipping them out and I will be picking up Bre in about 2 hours from preschool,” she said.

“Okay,” he said kissing her cheek before heading toward the door.

“Baby wait,” she said catching up to him.

“What is it, sweetheart,” he said looking back at her, his heart turning over in his chest.

“Your lunch,” she said handing him a packed bag.

Damon let out a laugh because he completely forgot about his hunger.

****

When Damon returned to work he was called in the manager’s office and was informed that he made the promotion and will be getting a 100 percent raise, full insurance benefits, and a week extra of vacation pay. Over the moon, Damon couldn’t wait to get back home to celebrate with his wife.

I need to return the favor, he thought smiling to himself.

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