"Please," she whispered. "I'm so hot down there!"

"I know you're hot, little cunt," he told her. "I'm going to take care of you. But first you have to be nice to me!"

"Oh yes," she cried. "I'll do anything you want!"

John had her where he wanted her. He took a handful of her hair rind pulled her up. She came willingly enough. She let him pull her down on her knees between his hairy legs. He held her head just inches from his swollen meat.

"I'm going to fuck you," John promised, "but first you have to worship my meat. You have to show me how much you love cock! You have to show me what a raunchy bitch you are!"

"Anything!" she cried.

She meant it. Even when he jerked her face forward and she was nearly overpowered by the strong smell of his meat. She wanted to worship it. She cupped his nuts gently with one hand. She began kissing and licking the bloated, cum covered knob. She took more of the strong taste of his jism into her mouth, savoring it. She had never cared for kissing her husband's cock very much. With John, it seemed like something she should do, just to show him how much she cared for him.

"That's good, baby," John told her. "That's real good."

She started licking the long, thick shaft. In a few moments she had licked away all of his dripping cum and his prick was glistening from her saliva. She couldn't help the impulse to slide the thick knob between her lips. Just his bloated knob seemed to fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and then started sucking the rest of his shaft into her throat.

She finally could suck his cock no farther. She felt the throbbing cockhead against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and let her teeth scrape across his bloated meat.

"Oh fuck," John groaned. "Oh fucking shit!"

She started bobbing her head. She felt his fingers in her black hair, tangling in the thick strands, and making her move her head faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cockhead and more of his jism leaking into her mouth.