“That’s right, Jean,” Scott said, his voice still possessed by the air of command that she found so sexy. “Lick your tongue all over my prick, my balls. Show me how much you want it all.”
Jean did, rubbing her tongue all over his crotch in an attempt to show off her current ownership of the masculinity she had to share with so many. Share willingly, even joyously at times—it was a surprising pleasure how wonderful it was to see another woman be brought to the same glorious ecstasy she had known. But when it was all hers… sometimes, Jean didn’t know how she ever parted with that incredible prick.
Minutes later, Scott gently pushed her back. “I’m going to come in your mouth, baby. Just like we both want me to. But first, I’m going to get a feel of your pussy. Get up here and show me that cunt can swallow just as well as your mouth.”
Her ears ringing with the huskiness of his words, Jean came up and straddled him. Slowly coming down on his enormous cock. She moaned in wondrous discomfort as his member impaled her, stretching her sheath like it was too small for him, assuring her once more that this dick would give her the same torturous delight that Jean was always blessed to withstand.