Ken, my husband, told me to call a plumber and have someone come to the house to see what was wrong. I swallowed his entire load, sucking and licking his cock clean when he was finally done cumming. Travis listened to the symptoms I described, then opened the cabinets under the sink and crawled halfway in, checking out the connectors between the dishwasher, garbage disposal and main sink. I smiled to myself as I explained the problem we were having under the kitchen sink. As he poked and jostled around under the sink cabinet, his shorts kept riding up his thigh even further, and after a few minutes I could see a full 2 inches of his cock hanging below the hem of his shorts. At the door, I shoved his cock back inside his khaki’s and pulled up his zipper, while he gave my boobs a final squeeze before slipping them back inside my dress and buttoning me up. He kept shoving his hips into my face, over and over, as he continued shooting streams of jizzm into my mouth. I also couldn’t help but notice that Travis was a fairly attractive guy who obviously stayed in good shape for someone in his late thirties. “I know, right?” I said.
