As I sat there with my face drying and starting to crust up slightly,she turned sideways to get the beaker and drained the final bowlful ofcum into it... licked the bowl clean, and dribbled her final mouthfuldirectly into the beaker itself.And then she stood up, as did I, and she handed me the tall beaker andmoved to the side.I knew this was going to be the tough part.The volume alone was going to be a choker; there were about 3 pints ofsperm to be consumed.Holding the beaker in my hands I knew. After she finished putting a thick coat of saliva on my dick, she tried to deepthroat me. She immediately took as much as she could into her mouth but she was only about an inch to the bottom before she came back up. I was surprised to see her try again but this time she grabbed my hand and put it on the back of her head. “Holy shit,” I thought, “This girl is fucking kinky.” I pushed lightly on her head and she made it all the way down making choking noises every once and a while. Every time. A light breeze whispered through the nearby palm trees creating a soothing rustle. The soothing rustle was being periodically drowned out, however, by the sounds of large forklifts carrying crates full of luggage, cab drivers laying on their horns and tour buses spilling their contents out onto the tarmac.David Larson looked out the window of his cab at the large white ship that towered in front of the terminal. The ship was loaded with windows and balconies and lifeboats and all things. She straddled his lap and lowered herself untilthe tip of his prick nudged against the hot warm cleft of her pussy. She continuedto drop onto his lap. Johnson felt his hard shaft pushing open the tight channelof her cunt. She had wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventinghim from spurting into her. She rode his cock that way for five minutes. Atone point she sat still with the length of his cock in her pussy. She winkedat him and squeezed the individual muscles in the walls of.