This time, she lowered her body just enough for her breasts to hang down on either side of his prick.

She took one in her hands and guided the hard red nipple to the collected liquid.

Cock against nipple, the friction of each spreading through both their bodies.

Sherry felt a tingling in the deepest portions of her cunt, felt her body gather itself for an explosion of orgasmic fury, still distant but unmistakable even in its earliest stages.

She spread his juice all over her nipple, her aureole, down between her breasts…

Then she squeezed both fleshy mounds against his cock burying it in the folds of her thick breasts. She squeezed hard into him, felt his hips begin to move in and out against her in response and then start to get faster.

But she wanted to make sure that wouldn't come too fast. On the drug, he was able to come several times without getting soft, but it was still best for them both if she could stretch it out a little.

Which sometimes could mean hours!

She got down on her knees and began to feed the stiff piece of meat before her straight into her mouth. All the way in, till it pressed against the back of her throat, her hungry throat that had swallowed enough of her father's cum over the years to fill a bath tub… her sweet hot throat that waited for this next load to come shooting out of his cock, splash against her tonsils and slowly slither down the pink walls, down her throat into her stomach.

But again, Sherry was only building him up. Tension, release. That was the key.

Play with him, get him hot, fill his balls, wait till he's just about to blow his entire load, then pull back, leave him hanging, frustrated, unfulfilled…

Until the process starts up again, this time taking him just a little bit further, leaving him dangling from an even higher position.