The stuff was as thick as a normal man's full load, but this as endless in supply.Of course I now knew his loads were as dense as paste, yet viscous a... olive oil.I'd have to earn that.Lustily I spread his preload around, rubbing my liberally spunked visage up and down his rod, stroking more syrupy sauce from the head into my greedy face whenever I ran out. I was determined and with hard work, every inch of the mind-shattering fuck-sausage was glistening its own marinade.I admired my work for. The estate consisted of over five hundred acres, but most of the property was sold off for development. We only own about a hundred acres, most of it wetland that couldn’t be developed.’ ‘Oh,’ Joanne replied, taken a little aback. She knew from what Larry said that his parents had money, but this summer home was far more ornate than she thought it would be. ‘Come on, let’s go in,’ Larry said. ‘I’m starved.’ He got out of his car, opened the door for Joanne, then led her into what was a very. By now he was slamming his cock into my face and I was thinking if he just held it there I wouldn’t be able to breath. For some reason that thought didn’t bother me as I had been able to breath each time he pulled back before jamming his fat cock back down my throat. My tongue was pressing madly against the underside of his dick. Then at that moment he raised his pelvis up off of the chair and pressed down on my head as he shot rope after rope of his sperm down my throat.I was just beginning to. “Look at the fucking piss fag—he loves it!” They all laughed as i slowly moved my head side to side, my mouth still open, gulping down as much hot piss as i could. He was right, i DID love it. i LOVE to drink piss! And I’m the filthiest fag slut there is!They pissed and pissed and it still wasn’t enough. i ran my hands over my smooth body, trying to rub the piss into my filthy cum-soaked whore skin. i wanted to absorb the filth, to take more of it inside me than there already was. My fag.