I followed and watched from the side, out of view of the delivery person, as she opened the door. She greeted, “Hi. How much?”
The voice stammered, “T-t-twenty-eight seventeen.”
She went through her purse, gave him money and said, “Keep the change.”
“T-t-thanks,” he stammered again.
She took the food and said, “Come again,” before closing the door.
“Come again,” I roared.
“That was aimed more at you,” she smiled, bringing the food to the table.
“Well, I am a cum machine,” I joked.
“And I’m a cum bucket,” she quipped back, as she dropped to her knees and took my cock back in her mouth.
“Mrs. Robinson,” I groaned, “you are insatiable.”
She moaned in response as she deep throated my cock while I pulled the food out of the bag. As I began eating, while getting sucked, I doubted life ever would ever get any better than this.