” Cock? I had never heard it called that before but I liked the way it sounded. His cock was so huge it barely fit into my mouth. He kept pushing d...eper and deeper till he was hitting the back of my throat. “Use your tongue, lick underneath the shaft.” I did as was told and soon his breathing became faster and he started to thrust into my mouth deeper, making me gag. He never stopped though and I had to breathe out my nose until finally he held my head against him and emptied his stuff. "Good afternoon, Senatuh!" I boomed, in a Southern accent that was as false as the bulge around my middle, "Ah just wanted to come and see how well owah contribution is being used, if y'all know what ah mean."This was for the benefit of the matronly woman who let me in, then closed the door as she left."I'm sorry, Mr., ah, Rafkin is it?" His Texas accent was honestly acquired, though it was about the only honestly acquired thing he had. "My memory is a little rusty. Could you enlighten me a. My black heels... My silky stockings... With the lace tops... My black lace panties...and my sheer black bra...I can see the desire in your eyes...you move towards meyour hands touching me all over...you lips upon my neck...my low husky moan as my fingers run through your hair...gently you lay me down on the bed...your body pressed against mine as you kiss a soft trail down my neck... Against my throat... Your fingers sliding the straps of my bra down... Exposing my soft breasts to your hungry. Krys is going to clean everything up when we are all finished with her." She comes tentatively forward and looks from me to J. He nods at her and she picks up the rest of her cake in one hand and slaps it onto my right tit. I raise my head away, instinctively, and I close my eyes as I feel her hand grab my tit and twist it as she grinds her cake into my tit. She has a wild smile on her face, like a child who has been given permission to jump in a mud puddle or throw a full glass of juice onto.