"I am telling you Mr. Alex, this is gawk‑ Gawk‑ Gawk~"
"I‑I will call my husband right now‑ gawk~ gawk~ gawk~"
"He is going to kick slurp~ your slurp~ slurp~ your ass gawk~"
"Sure, sure, you can tell your husband after I am done with you. Now, open your mouth wide, kitty."
The kitchen was a furnace of lust. Steam rising, the smell of sex thick in the air. Lily was yelling she'd tell her husband, but every time she opened her mouth, Alex just made her slurp his slurpy.
It was simple—she wasn't even trying to hide it. Every inch sliding into her mouth was treated like a lollipop, every gulp, every suck, wringing moans from her throat.
Alex grinned and leaned closer, deciding to play along with her defiance.
"I will not open my mouth wide for you, you bad man‑ sgawk~ slurp~ slurp~nghh~"
Of course, while she was saying all that, her mouth was gaping wide enough to swallow him whole.
There was no reason for that much gape to spit out such words, and Alex wasn't about to waste the opportunity.
Fingers tangled in her hair, he guided her, watching her squirm, moan, and gag, completely at his mercy.
Her protests were meaningless, muffled into messy, wet noises, each one making Alex smirk harder.
The whole kitchen was soaked with lust and the sound of sloppy pleasure, and Lily's wide eyes betrayed every little thrill she couldn't hide.
His dong was a disaster now, completely at her mercy. She was giving him a hate‑blow job, glaring daggers while slurping like she was sucking the last bit of soul out of him.
Spit and precum ran down her chin, splattering onto her chest, and it was a glorious, chaotic mess.
[That's a repressed woman finally escaping her cage, boss. She's using you as the medium.]
'How's that, huh? Nghh~'
Alex groaned, pressing her head gently into him. Her wet, hot mouth was working miracles on his BBC.
She was going above and beyond—licking the underside, flicking her tongue over the tip, gobbling his balls like she was prepping a full-course meal.
"You are making me do all this filthy stuff! Slurp~ Slurp~ I will never forgive you, Mr. Alex—gak~ gawk~"
Her mouth slammed onto the base of his pubes like she was staking a claim, and Alex couldn't stop the moan from escaping.
"Ahhg~"
He closed his eyes and leaned back, surrendering to the absurd, filthy pleasure.
[She can blame you for all the naughty stuff she's doing on your dick, boss. Like she wants the whole world to think she's worshipping your cock only because you're forcing it on her.]
Alex smirked. Of course, that's exactly what she was doing. This wasn't some shy housewife anymore. This was a wild banshee and he'd just cracked her cage wide open.
"Right, I'm making you do it. So do it properly, bitch, or else I'm gonna punish you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week!"
?!
Her throat clenched tight around his shaft like it had a mind of its own. Every filthy word out of his mouth only made her suck harder, deeper, wetter.
"Honey, is the food ready."
?!
From the bedroom came Marcus's voice. The man was out of the bath.
The air in the kitchen went electric. Lily's eyes shot wide, but before she could even try to pull her lips off his length, Alex's hand locked on the back of her head and he started face‑fucking her like a madman, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her chin.
"Gawk~ Gawk~ Gawk~ Gawk~"
[ Ding! One NTR point credited. ]
'What? How?'
[ Boss, he's starting to get suspicious since he hasn't seen or heard from you. This is where it gets fun. ]
Alex smirked. This was the perfect chance to farm some NTR points, whatever the hell that even meant.
He could hear Marcus in the other room shuffling around for a fresh shirt and pants, humming to himself like a clueless NPC.
Alex's hips started moving faster, pistoning his length down Lily's throat with a steady wet schluck schluck.
Lily was a total wreck. Mascara running, spit and precum dripping down her chin, hands weakly pushing at his thighs.
His cock kept plunging deeper until she felt the shape of it pressing her throat from the inside. She was terrified Marcus might walk in any second, yet the bastard just kept face‑fucking her like nothing else existed.
She tried to pull back but her own body betrayed her, quivering from the sheer indecency.
'But it's hot that he isn't even regarding Marcus as an opponent. Like he doesn't care at all. So… manly~'
'F‑fuck! What am I even thinking?! This bad man will just go home after this. It's me who's going to suffer if this continues!!!'
Even though Lily slapped weakly at his thighs, Alex didn't slow down. If anything, he increased his pace, hips pistoning like a metronome of sin.
Her eyes watered, tears mixing with saliva and the slick mess around her mouth.
She did what she could—tightened her throat, milking him as fast as she could, and just as she feared, she felt him quivering, shivering deep inside her.
Notifications kept pinging.
[Ding! One NTR point credited.]
[Ding! One NTR point credited.]
[Ding! One NTR point credited.]
[Ding! Two NTR points credited.]
'What the fuck is happening?!'
[Boss, he is getting more and more suspicious. Every step he takes without seeing you raises suspicion.]
'Fuck! I am—i am cumming!!!'
Alex grunted, veins bulging, and Lily's face was buried in his pubes, throat stretched and quivering. The first hot gush hit her, warm and relentless.
She had no choice but to swallow, gulping it down like a desperate mess.
[Ding! Three NTR points credited.]
Alex's hips gave one final thrust, pumping himself fully into her mouth.
Lily gagged, tears streaming, throat working overtime, but she managed to swallow every last drop, tasting the bitter‑sweet mess that left her chest and apron soaked.
Her body trembled, knees weak, still clinging to him as he finally pulled back, letting her collapse in a gasping, wet heap.
Alex leaned down, smirking, brushing a stray lock of hair from her tear-streaked face.
"Good kitten."
...
Meanwhile, in the next room, Marcus...