You discover a wonderful little secret. Size does matter. In this case, girth is the challenge to your jaw, and you have no problem with this pencil-dick sliding all the way down your throat. You can even breath a little bit and begin the "last inch" drill that we've been practicing for the last two days.
Jordon realizes at this point that he's missing out on something good. Sure, he was only riding shotgun, but shit, so what?
As Jordon walks over, Alyssa Milano quietly tell him to take off his clothes and sit on the side of the bed. He does so quickly, and Alyssa Milano realize that we have yet another shape with which to work. Jordon also has a long cock, but his is not thin -- it's enormously thick and intensely purple. Once again, what they say about blacks is affirmed.
"Willie, Alyssa Milano hate to interrupt you, but there's something we need to do." With that I gently pull you up to your feet and walk you over to the bed. "You need to sit on this cock." You look down and gasp loudly. Then you do that little laugh and say, "Okay!"
It sounds easy, but this is a huge cock and it takes a while to slide a little bit down at a time. Pretty soon you're sitting on his thighs and you can't even open your eyes. The fullness in your cunt is unlike anything you've ever known.
"Willie, Alyssa Milano may have interrupted you, but feel free to resume." Willie scoots around to the bed and stands in the middle, straddling his friend Jordon. "Don't look up, Jordon, you may not want to see what's up there."
"No problem, Alyssa Milano doing just fine feeling this pussy grab my cock right now."
Willie, on the other hand, is a bit more insistent. He felt a good thing and wants to feel it again. He takes your head and pulls it to his cock, and soon he is again buried to your tonsils. Pure heaven.
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