Fucking.. Ah.. Fucking take it.. A-ah!!” Brittany forced his head down, forced her cock back into the wonderfully tight confines of his throat as he... thick cockhead throbbed, pulsing in time with her quick heart beat as she started to deposit her thick, hot cum straight into his waiting stomach, “Y-yes.. Swallow it.. Take it.. Take my cum!” James felt it, felt every hot pulse of fluid as it was fed down his throat, unable to refuse her demands, unable to spit, only able to take it like the. Jarrod was the winemaker on an estate located about thirty miles away, and was not in a current relationship.After dinner, he asked if I was keen to find out if the real Jarrod lived up to the fictional one. I smiled naughtily, and playfully replied that having messed up his shirt I really didn’t have an option.“Wow, I have never felt so desired in my life,” he exclaimed, before we both began to laugh.After entering my apartment with a bottle of wine that he had brought along, he poured us each. He wasn't overly good looking, and I never liked him, and he certainly didn't like me. He even once drove through a puddle soaking me. And they were always rowing. I always told her she could do better. Anyway, I got to her house, my last delivery, and was glad to see his car was not there. And I was even more glad when she opened door and gave me a big hug. I was hoping her big tits would be on show , but she had a large housecoat on,his I think, but I got a great feel of them as she hugged. Luke said a silent prayer every time he got a chance to see her naked body one more time. He swallowed as he watched a stream of water pave a path down her shoulder over her substantial tit. He held his breath as one drop clung to her nipple before plopping onto her stomach. ‘Damn, Luke, you almost scared the shit out of me. Who was at the door?’ Luke leaned in, crowding her up against the other wall. ‘You look fine to me, more than fine in fact. Why don’t you forget about your sister’s wedding.