Devin Cleans You Up

Devin Cordle slides weakly off the Resolute Desk and drops to her knees on the presidential seal, her thick thighs slick with a mixture of her own squirt and your heavy cum. Her tits, red from being slapped and mauled, hang heavily as she crawls forward on shaky hands and knees.

Her voice comes out in a soft, breathy Southern-tinged accent - that sweet, feminine Carolina drawl, now hoarse and cracked from all the screaming.

“Oh my Lord… Mr. President,” she purrs, looking up at you with glassy, cock-drunk eyes. “You absolutely destroyed me…”

She leans in and starts cleaning you thoroughly with her tongue. Long, slow, worshipful licks from the base of your balls all the way up your thick shaft, savoring the filthy mix of her pussy cream, ass, and your cum. She moans softly as she tastes herself on you, her full lips wrapping around your cockhead before she sinks down, taking you deep into her warm, wet throat.

“Mmmph…” she gags softly but doesn’t pull back. Instead, she pushes further until her nose presses against your pelvis, holding you there while her throat massages and cleans every inch. Spit and leftover cum dribble down her chin onto her enormous tits as she bobs slowly, sucking you completely clean with devoted, slutty dedication.

She pops off for a moment, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock.

“Hunter could never fuck me like this…” she whispers, voice thick with lust and shame as she glances toward the side where Jennifer is watching. “My husband’s got nothin’ on you, sir. He’s decent… but you? You’re so much bigger… so much thicker… You reached places inside me he’s never even touched.”

She dives back down, sucking harder, tongue swirling around every vein as she thoroughly polishes your cock. She lifts your heavy shaft and licks underneath, dragging her soft tongue across your balls, then sucks each one into her mouth with wet, obscene sounds, cleaning them completely.

“His cock never made me squirt like that… never made me feel this full… this ruined,” she confesses between long, sloppy licks, her Southern accent growing thicker with arousal. “You broke my pussy and my ass, Mr. President. I’m gonna be sore for days… and I already crave it again.”

Devin looks up at you with pure submission, her pretty face messy with spit and cum, mascara running, as she holds your cleaned cock in both hands and kisses the tip lovingly.

“Thank you for using me so hard, sir,” she murmurs sweetly. “I’m just a set of big tits and a tight holes for you to destroy whenever you want. Hunter could never satisfy me after this… not after feeling how a real man fucks.”

She gives one final, long, deep suck - throat flexing around you - making sure every last trace is gone before pulling off with a wet pop.

Devin sits back on her heels, thick thighs spread, cum still leaking steadily from her swollen, ruined pussy onto the carpet. She looks up at you with hazy, adoring eyes and a shy little smile.

“All clean, Mr. President… What would you like to do to me next?”