With his well-lubed schlong now embedded in Vanessa Vanderhook's cleavage, Francis was unable to do anything but strain to hold back the tide of cum churning in his baseball-sized testicles. Madam Morcum stepped up to stand behind Dickie Small's wife and repeated her terms. "Well," she smiled down at Francis. "You certainly have the entry requirements for a super-stud! And you'll be very well paid. Not to mention our benefits package."
Madam Morcum's immense chest was level with Francis' view while he was sitting. His eyes darted between the simply humongous rack trapped inside the older woman's conservative-cut, but contour-hugging gown and the sight of Ms Vanderhook's gorgeous visage descending on his trapped über-organ. "What do you say?" Ms. Morcum pursued. "Is that a 'Yes'?"
Then, as Vanessa's lips re-enveloped his swollen glans, Francis could endure no more. "Oh god," he said. His cock-head erupted in great spurts that filled Vanessa's mouth. "Yes," Francis moaned. "Yes. Yes! YES!!!" Vanessa swallowed the mouthfuls of semen in gulps as she withdrew her face, while Francis' fleshy crowbar continued to pump cum into the air.
Madam Morcum giggled excitedly at both Francis' answer and the spectacle of their naked hostess half-covered in his white produce. "Fabulous," she beamed. "That's fabulous!"
Then...
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