The house is quiet, but I know what’s waiting for me. I’ve installed a special panel in the wall between our living room and the guest room, a little secret just for us. I’m kneeling on the soft rug, my hands resting on my thighs, when I hear the click of the panel sliding open. A thick, hard cock pushes through the hole, ready and waiting for me. I lean in, my lips parting, and take him deep into my warm, wet mouth. I start to suck, my head bobbing, my tongue swirling around his shaft. But he wants more. I feel his hand reach through the hole and grip the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. He holds me in place and starts to thrust, fucking my throat with a steady, deep rhythm. I can feel him swelling, his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I know he’s about to cum. His grip tightens, holding my face flush against the wall as he buries himself to the hilt in my throat. With a loud groan, he explodes, pumping a massive, thick load of cum straight down my throat. He holds me there, making me swallow every last drop as his cock empties itself into my belly. Only when he’s completely spent does he let me go, leaving me gasping, my throat full of his cum, right here in our own home.
