Miss Childress was an enthusiastic cock-sucker, and she drooled and dribbled heavily and often a prick would overflow her mouth, as well, and she hated to get cum stains on her prim, respectable clothing. She was quite fastidious about that, and she had even been known to tuck a table napkin under her chin before sucking a man off. She was not, however, at all fastidious about what she put in her mouth and the fact that Hammond's giant prick had recently been delving in her bowels did not faze her in the slightest. In fact, she had always thought that a cock was even tastier if it had been well basted in female juices and spices and sauces. She loved, for instance, to blow married men who had fucked their wives or buggered them and had not had a bath since.
She leaned forward again.
Her plump titties bobbed up and down, and the tips stood out like fleshy bullets ready to be fired.
There was a look of welcome in her gleaming eyes and her lips had pursed up, forming a kissing motion.
Hammond moved in.
His mighty cock loomed over her tits. The head, already coated with the juices of their previous encounter, had started to ooze juice again. Thick, glistening drops of cum bubbled from the cleft and trickled down the huge shaft.
She eyed his cock happily.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if to let the man get a look at what he would soon be getting his prick into. She was salivating like a Pavlovian dog now. Her tongue slid back and forth. She felt a real, physical hunger for Hammond's delicious cock and yet she wasn't going to gobble it up, for she loved the preliminaries as well.