There is no hope for him now. Froth. He froths. His body steams as he stinks, wracked with spasms. It twitches and spasms rhythmically. He gurgles gen...ly in a continuous stream. He can no longer breathe. He can no longer think. There is not enough brain left to think. Slowly he dies. His brain is almost all gone. The pipe sucks harder and harder and pushes slowly deeper. His body spasms. His penis spunks as it wanks to a spasm.Then it is over. Jonothon’s head is clean. His body twitches upwards. ‘I’m glad to hear he’s doing well.’ It was true, she was. But just the mention of him made her chest feel heavy. His two years of silence had been a slow arrival at the truth for Janey. First she was angry, and then she was sad, and then angry once more, and now finally, she was simply vacant when it came to him. She helped her mom set out the food before gathering all three boys, her sister, and her stepfather. Dinner was rather uneventful and delicious and soon Janey was headed out the door. The cock she was sucking was rudely pulled from her mouth, but her head wasn't turned. Instead she felt the hot shot of semen on her face, from her forehead to her chin. It lasted for a seeming eternity until her head was turned. The same treatment awaited the other side of her face, coating it completely. "NOW," came the command from the leader and her sticky head was raised again. She forced her eyes open just in time to see the leader pull his cock from her cunt and shoot a huge load across. So I guess what I'm saying is, if I decide that I might be able to cum from some kind of stimulation, it's probably pretty fucking hot.One of my hands rested on the back of his head, gently keeping time with the rhythm of his mouth thrusting sucking slurping and squeezing while my other hand started tweaking one of his nipples, then the other. Occasionally he could be heard whispering oh yeah in between sucks. I'll tell you, I could feel this electrified triangle of nerves between my two.