"Yep, what you did WAS wrong..." he said. Mckinsey automatically gave the length of his cock a 'squeeze' with the pump. Damn that felt good. He leaned forward just a bit, and said, "And now, you get to pay." He then had only to touch her chin with his thumb, and Mckinsey Craft's mouth popped open. For someone so resistant, she took him into her mouth with no resistance at all. "Yesss..." he said.
'For a twerp kid, he had a good-sized one,' Mckinsey thought. While not the thickest, it was nearly double the width of her hand. It was also grotesque, being uncircumcised and feeling the foreskin on the top of her mouth nearly made her gag. However, Mckinsey kept at it, figuring she could make this kid pop his cork early and buy time to figure some damn way out of this.
Johnathan guessed she thought holding it in her mouth for a minute would do it. Not hardly. Mrs. Craft had her hair back in a ponytail, and he grabbed that thing like a fucking handle, and began to pump her face, working his way towards the back of her throat, her --guh-aa-ck, gu-wack-- --gurgle, gurgle, cough-- noises really making him feel good.
Mckinsey was never that big on sucking cock, and then, some damn, twerp kid's ugly-ass, uncircumcised one was working its way to the back of her throat. He had hold of her head, too; but she managed to wrestle it out of her mouth to complain. When she did so, a big wad of spit and goo rolled down her chin and on to the front of her workout shirt. "AH--Dammit, Johnathan!" she said, then coughed and spat, heaving as she took in a deep breath.
Johnathan wasn't one to let some bitch, hot MILF or not, tell him what to do. He grabbed her hair harder and tugged on it, making her call out. "Dammit my ass, Mrs. C, we aren't done yet," he said. Stooping lower, he grabbed her shirt and pulled up roughly on it, adding, "Peel that damn thing off, woman, and the bra, too."
As she struggled to follow his commands, he stepped out of his pants and boxers.
Everything reset, he said, "Okay, we're going to try this again. If you suck it like you mean it, I won't be so rough." Looking down at Mckinsey Craft's naked B-cups, he noted her nipples were poking out. "You gag, but those hard nipples tell me you really like it. Now this time, you suck it like you mean it, or I'll give you a lesson in rough." Her eyes glared at him for a moment, then she gave his cock a squeeze, as she began to lick the head as it protruded out.
'Buy time, girl...buy time,' she told herself. Mckinsey took the uncircumcised head into her mouth after coaxing it out its sock, as it were, and with one hand, she began to stroke up and down its length while her tongue swirled on the head. Part of her had to admit the damn thing had size, it was too bad...then she pushed the thought out of her head, as she got some salty pre-cum in her mouth
"Shee-yit, you know how to suck a dick," he said, and he wasn't joking. Again taking that ponytail in hand, he pulled her head back, taking him out of her mouth. He slapped the side of Mckinsey Craft's face with his wet cock, smearing her makeup, and said, "Take the one hand you got that's not on my cock, shove it in those yoga pants and rub that twat while you suck this thing," and then pushed his dick back in her mouth.
Mckinsey felt totally humiliated, with some damn pissant kid rubbing his wet dick on her face, then telling her to masturbate, but she had little choice. It was uncomfortable, as he shoved it forcefully into her cheek, making it poke far out (and he laughed at it too), then it was back out to the head as before. Mckinsey was both surprised and not, to find herself wet, and her fingers on her clit made her moan, as he started to pump himself into her again.
Johnathan's cock moved along the ridges at the top of Mckinsey Craft's mouth, as he pumped, but soon enough, he found the soft area at the back. He was now fucking this MILF's throat. Mckinsey had been moaning on his cock as she played with herself, and she gagged a bit. Shifting herself to handle him, she had her mouth opened as wide as she could, trying to breathe, so he shifted as well, grabbing the sides of her head at the base of the skull, and began to thrust harder and faster, making the MILFy Mrs. Craft gag all the more. He was getting close.
Mckinsey had had enough sexual experience to know what was coming. This damn kid was pumping her face like a masturbation tool, and as humiliating as this was, part of her was excited at being used like this. Mckinsey knew that if he blasted her throat, she was going to vomit his ejaculate and the smoothie she had consumed not too long before, and ruin her nice carpet. Mckinsey Craft began grunting and struggling, because she already got a small taste and could feel him twitching.
Johnathan couldn't stand it, time was up. At the last possible moment, Johnathan jerked his stiff dick out of MILF-mama Mckinsey Craft's mouth, and cupping one hand behind her head so she couldn't get away, he dumped three heavy, solid spurting cum ropes on her gorgeous face. The first two were right on her nose, eyes and forehead, the third on her cheek and neck, with some drips on her chest for good measure. As she sat there sputtering, he scooped his phone off the dresser beside them and got a pic of her face, coated in his thick gooey jizz, his dripping dick in the frame for full effect.
Mckinsey sat there on her knees, her eyes shut, face covered in another man's ejaculate, and cried. She had never in her worst nightmares thought something like this could happen to her, and yet here she was, forced to service the dick of someone the same age as her child. The shame of it was, it was a REALLY nice dick, and the whole episode excited her to almost make her cum. Her torturer sent her to the bathroom to wash her face, and Mckinsey thought he was done, but when she came back a few minutes later, she found Johnathan Roberts pulling a particular item out of her lingerie drawer. "Oh shit." She said again, realizing it was far from over.
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