By the same token, the little girl could not get her fingers all the way around the shaft of his cock when she tried to make a fist about the girth of his manhood.

She could see that the man's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his hot sticky silver seed. His scrotum looked filled to the brim with his juices. The little girl could feel Bernard Cornfield's come dribbling from her bruised cunt. He had fucked her when she was dry and the inside of her pussy was going to feel pretty ravaged for a while. Jonah had not been referring to the welts on her rear when he said she was probably too sore to fuck.

His scrotum was so full of come that Tammy would have thought it had been a month since he last shot his wad – if she didn't know better for a fact.

His balls were very swollen and they rested heavy at the base of the wrinkled bag. He had kinky little black hairs growing all around the base of his cock, but the rest of his body was hairless, except for his head and his beard. He had no hair at all on his chest or belly, and his legs and balls were devoid of hair. With his body slick from perspiration as if was just then, he looked like a statue made of black marble.

His cock was going to get in Tammy's way during the initial stages of her oral pleasuring, so she moved it.

The little girl placed her fingers on the underside of the man's cock shaft and pushed the tip upward.

Tammy didn't stop pushing until his bulbous glans was pinned against his rock hard belly. His stomach was criss-crossed with muscles.

She loved the way the craggy underside of his cock felt against the sensitized tips of her digits.

The little girl then lowered her head low and began to kiss at the insides of his super-thick thighs. She started down by his knees and worked her way slowly upward toward his aroused genitalia.