Sitting back on her heels she gave me a proud, satisfied smile.I pulled her into my lap and tried to kiss her. Once again, she turned her head softly ...elling me, “No, I not only have cock-mouth, but I can still taste your cum.”Taking her chin in my hand and I turned her head to me and kissed her anyway. After the kiss, we looked at each other and I told her, “I know, none of the other guys would kiss you’ve after you’d given them blowjobs but, I’m not one of the other guys.”She blinked at me. The other thing." What? About you sucking all those mouthfuls of cum out of my snatch?" YES! ... er ... yes, honey .. that. Do you have to be so ... graphic?" Oh, c'mon Bobby. I've always known you were shy & unsure of yourself when we talk about sex. My mom saw it, too. That's why she suggested I be a little less ... frank when talking about it. But I'm sick of saying 'stuff' when I mean 'cum' and 'do it' when I mean 'fuck'." I think that after today, you should get used to hearing me say. Eventually I blasted my cum up into Fanny's pussy while feasting on Molly's. The ladies concentrated their caresses on my flaccid cock, Fanny's cunt saturated with both of our spendings became my repast. Once at full stiffness, Molly rode me for at least a half hour, halting a couple times to enjoy body shaking orgasms before my final cum of the evening spawned her final one as well. All of us afterwards luxuriated in the post orgasm bliss along with and more profoundly the culminating. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders; she had blue eyes, big pink lips, and nice perky 32DD breasts over a firm flat stomach, a nice round bubble butt, a shaved pussy and long tanned legs. Mr Jones grunted again, putting his coffee down on the desk and gripped Brittney by her long, blonde hair as she started bobbing faster and deeper on his throbbing pole, massaging his big, hairy balls with her manicured fingers, she started working his cock faster and faster. Slurping, sucking.