"I want to swallow it all," she whispered. "I want to let it pour down my throat and milk your sweet prick dry and empty your balls."

Raymond groaned and staggered, dazed by the rush of blood into his prick. The head of his cock swelled and flared and the thick vein pulsed up the underside of the shaft, while his hairy balls expanded like balloons. He was so hot that he was afraid he might shoot before she had her mouth on him, blowing a creamy geyser into her face from a distance. But Margie was an expert judge of such things, and she was not about to waste his wad.

She touched the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cockhead.

She fluttered it there.

His peckerhead flared like a hooded cobra ready to strike as she lightly licked at the fiery point where the fat vein spread out into the knob.

Dipping lower, she curled her tongue around his balls, feeling the hard nuts shift inside the hairy bag and thinking of the lovely jism that they held for her. Then she began to lap up his shaft, her tongue moving all the way from root to head with delicious concentration.

The cleft in his knob gaped wide open and a trickle of preliminary cum seeped out. The slippery stuff slid sluggishly down his cockhead.

"Ooooh!" Margie gasped, when she saw that quick silvery flow sliding down.

She gathered it up with her tongue and moved her head back for a moment, as she let the delicious stuff slip around on her tastebuds.

Then she swallowed it down, sighing happily.

Raymond was gritting his teeth.

"I can't hold it much longer," he rasped.

But Margie didn't want him to hold it much longer, for she was more than ready for that hot load. She rose up and her lips kissed the tip of his cock lightly, then parted and slowly pushed down as she fed that sweet prick into her face through her slurping lips.

She took the head into her mouth and paused, sucking on the fat lump, enjoying the meat course before she proceeded to milk out the succulent, creamy dessert.