Extra sausage

The delivery guy steps inside. She takes one look at the box and frowns. “Where’s the sausage? I asked for extra.” He answers with a slow grin and a nod toward the thick bulge already pushing against his jeans. She sets the pizza aside, drops to her knees, and frees his cock, wrapping both hands around the shaft. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him in, blonde hair falling forward while he watches those heavy tits bounce with every slow bob of her head. She works him deeper, saliva dripping down his length, then pulls off just long enough to smile up at him before swallowing him again.