I learned Tyrone was a Cardinal fan. My inner slut breaking free I got back on my knees.“I don’t want anyone to feel left out. So here are the rul...s. When the Cubs are batting I suck Mike. Cardinals, Tyrone. Between innings, whoever I just sucked eats me. Whoever's team wins gets to fuck my ass. I assume you boys have the stamina for that?” Everyone was in agreement! I really worked Tyrone since he was one orgasm behind Mike. He shot down my throat in the sixth inning. Around and around we. “I want to see it.” She hooked her fingers into the band of my shorts and pulled it away from my stomach and looked at the treasure of my loins. My bloated cock swelled even more under her gaze. She tugged my shorts over the swollen head of it then pushed them down to my knees. She took her second hand off my shoulder and reached for my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it tightly and started pumping it slowly all the while looking at it as if she were fascinated with a new toy, “I’m not a. As if our meager salaries would spark an audit. There were collectibles, like autographed baseballs and a few trading cards, an old lava lamp, and college memorabilia including a box of vintage 1970s Playboy magazines. There were the obligatory yearbooks, photos, newspaper clippings and stuff only I could savor but never had the time to do so. In recent weeks Ellen had hand walked through many of the boxes, reducing by a half much of the rubble. And for weeks she had been asking (e.g., begging). The thought of it is enough to make me cum. I made her lean against the wall, held her head with my hands and told her to be still.I then began to fuck her mouth. Slowly I pushed my cock in her mouth. I pushed more and she gagged and coughed. “Itna bada pura nahi le sakti muh mein, aaram se dalo,” she said. I nodded and continued fucking her mouth. With every stroke, I pushed my fat cock even more inside.I could sense the cum rising in my balls. And I could tell there is gonna be loads of it. I.