"Feels good, doesn't it?" she smiled, squeezing his bloated testicles passionately.

Paul didn't answer. He couldn't. His larynx was being crushed by his own body weight. His face was a bright, beet red, which could have been from embarrassment at his predicament or, more likely, from his highly unnatural position. He continued to lick at himself, bathing his own cockhead in gleaming slobber.

The feel of his hard balls in her hand, the sight of him so openly debasing himself to satisfy her demented whim turned Joselyn on. Hot and wet pussy juices issued from the entrance to her pussy, spilled down the insides of her thighs in sticky rivulets. She was incredibly wet! And the keen scent of her arousal filled the room. Though she would've much rather had a more passionate love partner, there was undeniably something to be said for slave-like devotion.

"Keep on licking!" she demanded, getting up, crawling around to his cruelly bent over back. She dropped her face down onto his testicles, crooning to them, smothering the tacky flesh with hot, soft kisses. The harsh, cloying flavor of his balls exploded on her tongue and she was suddenly not only licking the fat orbs, but sucking them into her mouth, popping in and out like a little girl playing with her hard candy.

Poor Paul was beyond all hope. Whining piteously, he drew in his cheeks, making them go concave about his knob as he, too, commenced to suck.

Joselyn could tell that things were on the verge of getting out of hand. She could sense it in the sloppy sounds he was making as he sucked on himself, in the angry, man smell coming off his super-heated crotch, in the powerful contractions of the massive cock root under the tip of her nose. It was time! Time for her to assert herself, for her to crack the whip!

She raised her mouth from his drool-drenched scrotum, reached down and gripped the neck of his huge cock. With a jerk of her hand, she ripped penis from pursed lips.