His cock was enormous. Long and thick and incredibly hard, with a rosy, mushroom shaped knob that drooled jism all over the floor. Donna's cunt ached as she studied the blue veins on the shaft, the hairy, wrinkled sac of his balls. Now she was more anxious than ever to suck his prick and drink his cum.

"Give it to me," she whimpered. She wrapped her fist around his pulsing prick and pulled him forward with it. "You bastard… you son of a bitch, I want to suck your cock!" Phil knelt facing her on the chair, digging his knees onto the thick armrests to either side of her torso. Hungrily Donna squeezed the hairy cheeks of his bare ass, pulling him towards her until the dripping knob of his cock poked into her chin.

She opened her mouth wide. Then she groaned with satisfaction as the meaty inches of his dick pushed down her throat.

"Suck it, baby," Phil murmured. He thrust his hands behind her head, curling his fingers in her long brown hair. "Oh yes, that feels so good. Suck on my nice, juicy dick!"

Donna forced her head down until she had nearly half of his massive cock between her stretched lips. The knob nearly blocked her throat passage, and she felt like gagging. But nothing could stop her lust to suck out his cum.

Slowly she began to bob her head, fucking her face with his rock-hard shaft. The slurping, gulping sounds of a good blow job burbled out of her mouth, filling the room. Donna squeezed his prick shaft and feverishly jerked him off as she sucked, tugging more and more of his cock down her throat.

"Unhhh," Phil grunted. He pulled her hair and rocked his hips, wincing as the stiffness burned through the length of his cock. "I can't believe it, baby! God, you give fantastic head! Harder now, really make my rod shoot off!"

The cream oozed freely from his cum slit, and Donna hungrily slipped her fat tongue all over the knob to lap up every drop. With every suck Phil's dick twitched and throbbed harder. His balls were tightening with their load – he was about to come.