Porkum Unleashes A Full Ejaculation

Porkum waited. Sue Storm slurped at his nasty piss-slit like a deer at a salt lick. A subtle contraction of the urethral muscles slowed the constant drip, built pressure inside as he prepared a full ejaculation. As the source slowed, Sue Storm grew more desperate. Her tongue invaded the huge slit. Finally, in desperation, her entire mouth closed over the opening to his urethra and began to suck.

Then, and only then, did Porkum unleash the floodgates.

One moment, Sue Storm had her eyes closed, trying to draw the last leak of that terrible fluid into her needy mouth.

The next moment, what felt like a pint of sticky seed hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, but it was too late. A thick gob of it already slid down her esophagus. Sue Storm coughed, sputtered, but Porkum was just getting started. Rope after brilliant white rope spurted from Porkum's hose, each individual shot greater in volume than every ejaculation her husband had pumped out in the last year. It filled her mouth, her nostrils, stung her eyes, painted her face and dripped down her neck and onto her breasts. She struggled for air as with every attempt to breath she simply drew more jizz into her body.

Eventually, she managed to roll away, blinded, struggling to clear her airways.

Ass in the air. Visible now, all attempts at invisiblity ended as she struggled to draw in oxygen.

A perfect target for the sex criminal she was locked in with.

He rolled off the bed, at full mast in an instant, pendulous balls heaving as the massive sperm factories reloaded for another massive ejaculation. Sue Storm wasn't even sure what was happening until she felt the thick pink fingers tear at her clothes, heard the cloth rip, and felt that terrible moment of exposure as her anus winked at the open air.

"You thirsty for some Pork-juice?" Porkum grunted. "I'll give it to ya! All you want..."