She obliges to his commands.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Yes it's the least I can do" said Jenny hurriedly.

Still a bit dazed, Jenny sat up on the bed and climbed on top of Hakeem to sit on his chest while using the tall erect cock to steady herself. With all the sweat and massage oil covering both parties, she didn't realize her pussy was dripping of her own juices. She got back to work, filling the room with familiar shlicking sounds.

"Your hands are too small. Use your big ol' titties instead" said Hakeem

"Oh, OK" replied Jenny to his request.

Big Joe could only sit still and watch as Jenny's beautiful breasts where pushed against the sides of Hakeem's manhood wrapping it in a big soft pillowing hug. They certainly covered more surface area than Jenny's minuscule hands but even still she had to move her body up and down to rub the whole thing from tip to base.

"That's it, girl. I'm cumming. Put yo mouth on it."

Jenny had a panic look in her eyes as a cum fountain began erupting in front of her face. She remained frozen for a second then reacted to Hakeem's advice and sealed her lips around the tip of the head (as much as her tiny mouth could take) and held it there. Her eyes widened and her cheek bulged. Without breaking mouth contact she swallowed, her cheek then started to bulge a second time.

"tsk tsk tsk" said big Joe "never thought you where a cumgusler"

Jenny, raised her arms quizzically and looked back at him with eyes that said "I didn't know what to do". She swallowed again. And again. And two more times after that. Then a loud slurp of her milking the last drops, a final exaggerated swallow and a "ahhhhhh". Laughing, she looked at Hakeem and said, innocently: "There was so much, I didn't know what to do"

"well that was not part of the deal and frankly I'm not paying you anything more" big Joe glared at Jenny thinking it was a trick to grab more cash from him

Jenny's mood swung to match big Joe's aggressive tone "What, you wanted me to let it spray all over your bed, I was doing you a favor!"

Hakeem white-knighted his way into the conversation: "Don't blame her man, it's my fault".

Jenny was pouting with strings of cum on her chin and looked like she was about to cry. Hakeem, a man of fewer words, took action. With no effort at all he picked up Jenny by the armpits and turned her around to face him. She latched on to him by wrapping her legs around his waist. He was holding her in place with both hand firmly grabbing her buttocks and his soft wet dick was pulsating upwards, gradually hardening for extra butt support.

"You did great, girl" he whispered to her while rocking from side to side.

"Are your... balls? less heavy?" Jenny sniveled.

"It usually takes a couple times. That's not your fault. Let's do another one then we'll go wash up, alright?"Hakeem said

"OK!" said Jenny giddily.

Big Joe snapped his arms up exasperatedly.