CHAPTER 14
Jerry took a deep breath, then let it out. He rammed his p***s forward, moving it toward Diane's mouth.
Diane was petrified. She didn't know just what a throat f**k would entail. She had a pretty good idea, though. Her friend and lover Bunny told her that her husband would get drunk, then demand one every now and then. She remembered how Bunny had described it. Her husband had plunged his p***s as deeply as he knew how into the innermost depths of her throat. He kept on stabbing as deeply as he knew how, driving his c**k to the base of her throat, after which he would juice. She recognized that she now had something of that nature in store for herself in the form of a f**k from Jerry.
“Okay, baby, just open your mouth. Open it nice and wide,” Jerry smiled. “Come on, baby.
