They passed each other in the hall every morning and he always pushed Becky down on her knees, rammed his cock down her throat, and gave her the proper face fucking that good manners required.

Becky knew he was a busy man, he was always at work late, always typing away at his computer even at the local coffee shops where they often ran into each other.

She was impressed that he was always ready and willing to pound her throat. No matter what was going on in his life, he took the time to treat her like a piece of fuck meat.

Becky hoped she could marry a guy like him someday.