“Erm, Brit,” asked Jackie, “if it worked, where’s the rest of him? They learned nothing. Jade was left alone for the rest of the night as she learned the dos and don’ts of stroking your needy pet dildo. The tremors ceased and the world of men endured. “Jackie, take over.”
“No way, get Jade to do it.”
“Look at her, do you think she knows what to do with a cock?”
“Fine, I’ll do it,” said Heather though her hands were cramped from the many handjobs she had already given today. I felt sorry for them…”
“Looks like it’s staying hard on its own anyway,” Britney observed a second before the drooping began. She prayed that Jennifer’s report on a book she had obviously never read (if she ever read a book) would go on for a few more minutes. Her braless bee-stings would have an existential crisis so close to four impressive pairs of gravity-defying C-cups. Every spurt was like a chugging liter of hot cheese fondue.
Everyone, even Jade, remained frozen in their duty like a renaissance painting while the apocalypse stallion ejaculated the sperm of a thousand horses in dozens of ropes.
When Jade’s neck stopped its involuntary swallowing motion, Britney eased up tentatively and let Jade’s throat slowly eject the painful intruder.
