His cockhead lodged in her throat, then flared in her lips. He was creaming steadily now, not with a full orgasm yet, but with a heavy flow that washed over her tongue and lubricated the action. That preliminary seepage acted as an appetizer and an aphrodisiac at the same time. Margie was drooling down his stalk and then, as her head went down, slurping up saliva and cum in a succulent sauce that excited her so much it made her drool even, more.

She felt his cockhead expand to the limit.

She knew he was ready to blow.

She pulled her lips up to the very tip of his prick and whispered into his cock as if it were a microphone.

"Come," she pleaded.

"Yes!"

"Feed me that sweet spunk."

"Now!" he yelled.

Her lips parted and her head pushed down and as his big cockhead pushed far back into her mouth, Raymond cried out in ecstasy.

His balls exploded.

The hot sap rushed up his shaft and burst into her mouth, hosing her throat and whitewashing her gullet. He came with such force that her head was driven back by the powerful jet of jism.

Margie's mouth was full of cum.

She gulped it down, to make room for more, and pushed her head back down as he blew a second tremendous geyser into her ravenous head. He poured a third dose into her – and then a fourth. The thick stuff came out endlessly and the cock-hungry, cum-starved woman gulped it all down with joy.

Drained, Raymond staggered.

Margie continued to suck away on his prick as she made certain that she had swallowed every precious drop, that not a single nugget of spunk remained in his cock or balls. Then she pulled her lips away and used her hot tongue to lick his cockhead glistening clean and to gather up a few stray drops that had run down onto his balls.

She sat back on her heels.

She gazed in adoration at that massive hunk of meat that had lust fed her such a delicious feast.