For the first time, Sam felt that eating was a form of 'torture,' but beyond the 'torture,' there was a unique pleasure.
Zoe cradled Sam's penis in her hands, and although she was the one performing oral sex, her face was filled with immense satisfaction.
As Zoe's actions grew more intense, the sounds of sucking under the table became more pronounced, almost as if a pornographic movie was playing during breakfast.
But this was no movie; it was real, and even more enticing than any scene from a porn film.
Sam had never imagined such a thing happening, especially not with such a seductive and beautiful woman.
Her expression was one of enjoyment and greed, even carrying a hint of devotion.
Like a faithful believer, she held what seemed to be the most precious treasure bestowed by the heavens, worshipping it with full faith.
Under such circumstances, how could Sam possibly focus on his meal?
