Next day…

You hear the doorbell and you see a well endowed woman in a bath robe. She throws you a duffel and pushes you inside. Behind her she pulls her swollen balls. She shimmies and tugs.

“Do you need help?” You ask after a minute.

“I just need you to open that duffel and put on something.” She doesn’t even look at you.

“Oh sure.” You unzip the duffel.

“I’m Jizzelle. Yes, Jizz-elle. I heard you already had a bun in the oven, so I’m going to see if there’s any room for a foot-long, so to speak. I’m not a hair trigger though…so you are going to have to work for it.”

“I see…” you are already pulling a thong up your legs. “I think I can get you to drain it all inside my butt.”