She was begging him to cream off, but her words were muffled on his cock and incomprehensible.

She took his balls in her hand and tugged up and down, then gently squeezed as if to see how ready they were to feed her what she craved.

Clem was as horny to cum as she was to drink his jizz, and he decided to give her a hand. He folded his fist around the root of his huge prick and began to frig up and down at the hilt as she mouthed the prick-head.

"Ummmm – ummmm!" she sighed approvingly, knowing he would shoot quicker by the double action as he jacked off in her mouth.

Dolly knew he was about to blow his wad a split second before he knew it himself.

His balls were in her hand and she felt them convulse savagely. She gulped on the head of his prick as she waited for the cum to reach her mouth.

Then Clem frigged back on the base of his cock and felt the cock-shaft surge as his jizz shot up the core. He pumped fast and the tide sped up.

"Drink this, cock-sucker!" he yelled. Then he was hosing her mouth and she was gargling his goo with glee.

He kept jacking off into her face and she kept sucking up the jism as it jetted out.

Her mouth filled with molten cum, she swallowed, and he topped her off again.

His balls seemed bottomless, his cum-load endless, spraying her scum-bucket mouth over and over.

Clem's wife didn't suck cock, and he had a car on consignment, instructed to take whatever he could get for it, and the used-car salesman was making the most of it.

A slimy spray of cum hosed the roof of her mouth and then a thick lump bit be throat. His cum was so thick it was like eating, more than drinking.

His carnal crankcase emptied little by little. He pumped the cum out with his flying fist and she pulled it out with the suction of her mouth and, between them they drained off the well of his groin.