I gather myself because I don’t know how long this will go on and I want to do well for you. I find a quite place within the violence to consider my... situation. I am here to be used like this… my mouth isn’t my mouth, it is your's to use for your pleasure. As if you can read my mind… and maybe you can with how fully you are inside my head with your cock… you remind me, “What a perfect little fuck hole that mouth makes. You do so well taking it for me. What other holes need filling today whore?”. Now I knew. Feeling like I was on fire. Drake simply laid there for a few moment letting the pain subside before he started to move inside me. Slowly pushing more and more of his dick into me. Buried my face into his neck again moaning as the pain turned to pleasure. He began to go hard and faster until we were both moaning. Before long we forgot to keep quiet. His movements making the matress shake and me moaning loudly with every thrust. Soon I could feel myself tightening around him. Drake!. YES FUCK”“IS MRS CLAISE DOING OK SANTAS BLACK HELPER?”I was so dizzy I almost fell down. So I went to the bathroom in our bedroom and puked. I remember hugging the toilet thinking how amazing my wife is and was grateful I was able to help my friend out . “THATS IT MRS CLAUSE JUST LIKE THAT . FUCK DONT STOP IF YOU WANT ME TO BUST MY NUTS. GOT DAMN YOIRE BUSTING MY BLACK BALLS”I was dreaming.I woke up in my bathroom with a screaming headache. My eyes felt like they were glued shut. I reached for. " What did they feel like Gwen? Her balls, I mean." They were super hard," Gwen reminisced, "you could tell they were full of huge amounts of cum, almost bursting out from the overload. I couldn't even feel her balls inside the sack, just cum."The waiter returned with Gwen's coffee, she thanked him and took a large sip while patting her midsection. "Amazing coffee they have here, great choice Kate," Gwen complimented and placed her cup onto the table."Fuck the coffee, Gwen! What happened next?".