“Of course, sir,” Brad would agree again. “Or preferably five or ten such men, sir, right in a row…” Smirking, he would bob his head a few more times, then continue. “But she especially loves the way you kiss her and hold her, sir, and the way you handle those pretty white boobies of hers and suck her thick dark n*****s. You make her feel so needed, sir.” Shuddering comfortably, and with his own organ throbbing untouched, he might gum and lick encouragingly at the sensitive skin beneath the bottom of the man’s glans and his circumcision scar.
“Oh, I need her, all right,” the professor would chuckle, using her burly hand to manipulate the cuckold’s open mouth all about his swollen cockhead like an orange on a juicer. “I need to come in ’er!”
“Yes, sir,” Brad would agree, and then he would
