Coffee?

'Coffee, Sir?' Gitta asked when the door opened. In walked a handsome stranger with a cock already straining against his zipper. No chance for coffee. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, yanked her forward, and pressed her face straight into his bulging crotch. Gitta got the message loud and clear. She unzipped him, fished out that thick hard cock, and went straight to work—mouth open, tongue slick, sucking him deep like she was starving. Every wet slurpy stroke of her tongue, every sloppy gag when she took him too far, she gave him everything he wanted, throat tight and needy around his shaft until he was rock hard and throbbing between her lips.