Van couldn’t help himself. He blew his load without warning, even as Cheyenne sucked him dry, not reproaching him at all for failing to warn her so ...he could spit it out. She just kept licking and sucking him, not stopping just because she squeezed out his very last drop of spunk. Van’s prick was now somewhat sore, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop his wife from sucking his dick so well. She just kept slurping away, making love to his cock as if she were married to it instead of him.That. Next, she texted the link to Morgan and Nurse Donna. Turning to them, she said, “Donna, please add this prescription and the link to Steve’s medical file. Note that we are starting with the Small cage. Morgan, you should also send that link to Mrs. Gallagher for discussion in your class.” Finally, Dr. White turned to me: “Any questions, Steve?”My little penis was still throbbing, so I clearly was not very distubred by the conversation I just listened in on. “I...uh...well, just one: What about. I had never had a man treat me like this and here you were making my hips buck over your face as it came closer and closer. This familiar feeling of orgasm washed over me with a greater intensity causing my legs to buckle and my stomach soar like it did when you were on your favourite rollercoaster. You looked up at me with your face covered in my bodily fluids and licked your lips. It was only then that I realised you had not even removed a stitch of clothing. As if you read my mind, you. Eileen expressed her doubt at that. She admitted that, as a young girl, she had occasionally given hand-jobs to some of her dates but said that she had long ago grown beyond such childish pleasures.Doreen agreed that there was nothing like feeling a strong, highly aroused man's climax inside one's body, whatever the opening used by his prick, but she claimed that there were very real pleasures to be had from other tactics, if only they were used properly. Eileen could see that the woman had her.