The Cuckening

Samson watched the screen intently. Barbie was entertaining the Senator again, but something was different this time. She was focused moreso on getting him hammered, beer after beer, than trying to get his cock.

"That's a good man," Barbie said. "John loved his beer too." She reached down, tugging his healthy eight inch cock from his trousers. Samson watched, nervous. He hoped that she'd just tug him off. That he'd choose Samson over the Senator.

"Give me some head," Bill said, laying back on the bed. Shit, he just wanted some head and to pass out.

Barbie chuckled, instead jerking on his cock vigorously, giving him an expert tugjob, spitting on his fat pole but not sucking it. After twenty minutes, he started to cum, furiously cumming noisily. Barbie smiled, cleaning him up, and soon enough she was snoring loudly. And then she went downstairs, where Samson awaited.