Chapter 2

Over the next several months, Sarah’s pregnancy became more and more evident, much to her joy. She regularly measured around her midsection, rejoicing each time the tape ends met at her belly button and showed a bigger number. While Dan was certainly thrilled about the new life they had created in her womb, and he was always thrilled to see his wife in a joyous mood, he secretly preferred her slimmer form, so top-heavy, yet with slender hips and thighs. But he reminded himself that this amazing woman was sent to him by God. Before too long, she would have the baby and begin to find her former shape again. In the meantime, he could be happy for her while still seeing her beauty. The fact that her large breasts began to expand further certainly didn’t hurt in his efforts to find her arousing.

While Sarah had always been rather reserved, she wasn’t an introvert. In truth, her figure had always made quite self-conscious; Boys ogled her and women were jealous and bitchy, it seemed. When she was able to relax and be herself, her generally cheery attitude and magnetic charm naturally drew people of all ages to her. But while most men still talked to her with hungry eyeballs and sweaty palms, it seemed other women stopped acting jealous when Sarah wasn’t concerned about what they thought about her – a curious catch-22. After moving away from her friends and family, she consciously worked on ‘being herself’, which greatly eased her assimilation into her new church community.

Deep friendships were formed between she and several of the other church wives. Unsurprisingly, she spent most of her time around James’ wife, Angela. Since their husbands both held high positions within the church, the two ladies were commonly included in discussions affecting the entire congregation. And many of the other ladies in the weekly Bible study group soon considered Sarah a lifelong pal.

However, her closest friend, Michelle, was not in the regular meetings. Though she had been raised locally, followed the church’s teachings and did attend church regularly, she spent most of her time focused on her family and its business. Brad and Michelle Giddings owned ‘Giddy’ - the lingerie store Sarah had noticed during her early days in town.

Following Sunday services every week, Dan and Sarah would stand by the front doors of the church and shake hands or hug members of the flock as they ventured back into the world. It was a time-worn tradition that allowed for newcomers to feel welcomed while long-time worshipers got another chance to tell the preacher what they thought of the day’s sermon.

Michelle gave Sarah a quick hug and said, “Ya’ know, just this morning, it occurred to me that you haven’t visited our store yet. Why don’t you come by tomorrow and I’ll give you a VIP tour?”

Sarah smiled and replied, “That’s so sweet of you, Michelle. But I don’t think lingerie is in my immediate plans. The baby has other ideas of what shape my body’s gonna be for a while”, she chuckled. “After I’ve had the baby and a few months to get fit again, I’ll be coming your way for sure.”

“Oh, hush that nonsense”, Michelle said while waving her hand as if swatting an imaginary fly. “Honey, we’ve got plenty of things in the store that would fit you just fine, I promise.”

Sarah very briefly considered it before responding. “Okay then. I’ll try to swing by after I have lunch with Dan.”

“See you then, sugar”, Michelle said before walking to meet her husband.

The next afternoon, Sarah drove over to meet Michelle at the lingerie shop, as promised. Apprehensive and body conscious as always, she entered and was easily able to found the manager’s office, finding Michelle sitting behind the desk, massaging her feet.

“Well, hey there!” Michelle said. “Sorry. I know it’s not very lady-like for me to have my shoes off in the store like this, but I just got these new heels and if I stand too long in ‘em, my feet start killin’ me.”

“No problem at all”, Sarah replied. “These days, my feet hurt all the time ... and they’re too fat to fit in heels.” They shared a laugh.

“How’re you doing, by the way? Everything okay with the baby?” Michelle wanted to know.

“Oh yeah. Everything’s fine. My body is trying to revolt against me, everything either hurts or gets me way too hormonal and emotional or feeling bloated or angry and sad or horny ... but yeah. The baby’s fine.” They laughed again.

“I remember exactly what it feels like, sugar”, Michelle said. “I’ve had three kids already, so I know exactly what you’re going through.”

Sarah paused for a moment, not sure if - or how - to ask something she’d been pondering. Deciding to forge ahead, she asked, “Michelle ... when you were pregnant, did you ever just ... reeeeally want sex, but not the regular way? I mean, I still get aroused ... I mean ... so much. But it hurts too much for Dan and me to ... ya’ know ... do it.”

“It didn’t happen that way for me, but I’ve heard other ladies say they had ... problems like that while they were pregnant. Just going off of what I’ve heard, the reason I didn’t have that problem is that all due to Brad.”

Sarah’s interest was piqued. “So, is there something that Brad did differently? Maybe I could ask him to talk with Dan about it.”

Michelle looked at Sarah with a very brief expression of pity. “No, honey, you don’t understand. It’s not that. And I don’t think there’s anything Brad could say that would help. You see ... based on what I’ve heard ... how do I say this delicately? The reason I never had a problem takin’ Brad inside me is that he’s ... uhm ... not real big.”

It took a moment for Sarah to comprehend what Michelle had said. At which point, the revelation showed on her face. “I see ... okay ... OH! So, it’s ... too small?”

Michelle tried to quiet her friend, using both hands to make a downward pushing motion. “Shhh ... no, it’s not too small. I like it just the way it is. But the other ladies that said they had a problem having pussy sex with their hubby all had one thing in common – their husbands have big dicks... ‘least that’s what they said. So, it would appear you and Dan have what I would call a good problem”, Michelle grinned.

“Well, Dan is the only man I’ve ever been with, so I couldn’t say for sure, but it is pretty dang big”, Sarah volunteered.

Michelle quickly leaned forward, grabbing one of Sarah’s hands. “How big?” she demanded.

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve ever taken out a ruler and measured it.”

“Why on earth not?” Michelle wanted to know.

“I suppose it’s because I never thought to do that”, Sarah answered. “Why would I?”

“Honey ... hmm ... let me ask you this – does Dan ever seem to get extra horny when you mention your bra size to him? Or does he read the tags?”

“Well ... yeah, I guess”, Sarah replied.

“That’s because even though he already knows you’ve got big boobs, the numbers are a tangible measurement of how big. And that’s not just a guy thing either. Lots of us ladies get off on knowing exactly how big a guy’s muscles are. Or how big his dick is.” She grinned again before continuing.

“But if you hold up your hands to show how long it is ... or maybe how big around it is...” Michelle interrupted herself while waving her hand to clear a non-existent haze. “Ya’ know what? It’s none of my business anyway. It’s not my place to know about your husband’s big cock. But you just might find it can spice up your own bedroom if you know exactly how big it is.”

Sarah could feel herself getting aroused at the thought of holding Dan’s thick, rigid member in her hands while trying to measure it. “Uhm ... I’ll keep that in mind, ‘Chelle. But I there’s something else you might be able to help me with anyway. It’s kind of related to ... what we’ve been talking about.”

“What’s ‘at, sugar?”

“Well, like I said, I’ve only ever been with Dan. And I love him so dearly, I think I’d die without him. And our sex life is very good ... I mean ... wow! But lately, I just don’t know what I can do for him since my vagina hurts too much when he tries put his thing inside me. I can tell he’s getting frustrated ... and I wanna help him, ya’ know?”

Michelle nodded her head. “A good wife considers these things. And you, young lady, are a good wife. So since you can’t take his big cock in your pussy”, Michelle grinned, “have you at least been blowing him?”

Sarah’s eyebrows drew close to one another in confusion. “I don’t think I know what that is”, she answered honestly.

“A blowjob? Where you take his dick in your mouth?” Michelle seemed almost angry that Sarah didn’t know about fellatio.

“Oh!” Sarah finally understood. “Yeah, we do that sometimes and I can tell he likes it fine. I mean, I’ve swallowed enough to prove that”, her blush deepened dramatically. “But it just doesn’t get him ... ya’ know ... really worked up. It’s like ... I can tell he likes it plenty, but he’d rather be doing something else ... ya’ know?”

Michelle nodded again. “Your pussy is so magical that nothing else makes him feel as good.”

Sarah sputtered but didn’t answer. Michelle noticed that Sarah had been blushing deeper and deeper crimson for most of the conversation and mentioned it. “I’ve got some ideas, but before we get to that, we have to straighten out something else.”

“What?” Sarah was curious.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been blushing the entire we’ve been talking. Gracious girl, even your ears are red! Are you embarrassed of your body or your husband’s? Your sexuality as a couple?”

“No...”, Sarah answered, “it’s just ... I mean, I was raised to believe you don’t talk about these things in polite company, especially using... those words.”

“What words?” A confused Michelle quizzed.

“Ya’ know ... those ... slang words.”

Michelle began chuckling. “You mean ‘pussy’ and ‘cock’? Honey, that’s the way I talk about these things. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable ... wait. Do you mean to tell me that you don’t even talk dirty in the bedroom with Dan?”

“Heavens no! Why on earth would we? That kind of language isn’t Godly.”

“Oh honey”, Michelle had her look of pity once again. “Dear, dear, dear ... this will be part one of our lesson today – talkin’ dirty in the bedroom can spice things up even if you don’t do anything else different – trust me on that. You’re married to the man! You two can say anything you want in the bedroom ... or wherever you’re gettin’ sexy with each other ... and no one else needs to know about it. Which would you rather hear Dan say, “I’m gonna put my penis into your vagina” or “I’m gonna ram my big cock into your little pussy”?

Sarah shuddered and had to suppress a moan before sheepishly admitting, “The ... the second one.”

“Exactly. So, your first thing to try with Dan, since his big cock hurts your tight little pregnant pussy too much, is to dirty talk with each other.”

“I suppose that does sound like fun”, Sarah admitted.

“Second lesson; When is the last time you let him titfuck you? I mean, he’s gotta love those big knockers of yours. Maybe even more now, since they’re starting to fill up with milk.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped when Michelle said ‘titfuck’. “That’s another ... uhm ... term I don’t know.”

Michelle calmly explained, “You hold your tits up, Dan slides his big dick in between ‘em, you squeeze those cans together around it. Trust me, he’ll automatically start pushing back and forth in your cleavage - you won’t be able to stop him. And if there’s too much friction, you just use some of your spit to add a bit of lubrication. He’s gonna absolutely love it!”

“Oh ... okay...”, Sarah muttered while beginning to feel light-headed.

Michelle’s ad-hoc ‘sex without vaginal penetration’ class continued. “Is he pretty good at licking your pussy?”

“‘Chelle, this might sound crass, but it’s so good when Dan does that to me, I can’t even describe it!” Sarah blurted out. “Oh, dear sweet Jesus ... he ... yes, he’s very good at that. And he’s been very kind in ... helping me ... ya’ know, that way.”

“That’s good to hear. It’s a real shame, but most fellas ain’t no good at it. Okay then, movin’ on. What about anal? You can still get him in there without it hurting, right? Or is he too big for that?”

Sarah was momentarily confused, but quickly fearful and disgusted by what she thought Michelle was suggesting. “Wait! Do you mean ... in the butt?”

“Oh yeah, sugar! A lot of ladies are over the moon about it! Some of ‘em even prefer it. Though, personally, I still prefer to have Brad inside my snatch. But once in a while, we’ll do anal. Use lots of lube! That’s my number one rule. The number two rule would be to go slow – that’s why you need a patient man. You oughta think about it, sugar. You’ll be surprised how good it can feel, if you do it right.”

The thought of anal sex didn’t appeal to Sarah at all. She couldn’t imagine feeling good with anything stuffed up her butthole, much less something as large as Dan’s girthy rod.

“You keep those things in mind, honey”, Michelle advised, “but most of all, just have fun with each other. Be playful, be creative and be honest with each other. Ya’ll are deep in true love – everything’ll be fine if you’re open and honest in the bedroom. I promise.”

“You’re such a dear, Michelle. I don’t know what I’d do without you”, Sarah rose and hugged Michelle. “Now, how about that tour you promised?”

Michelle put her shoes back on and led Sarah through the expansive selection on the sales floor. A seemingly endless variety of options in all fabrics, colors and sizes. To one side of the showroom, a long glass case showcased a collection of hundreds of different dildos and vibrators. Available in every color of the rainbow and in sizes ranging from tiny vibrating nubs to foot-long behemoths. Beaded ropes, cock rings, chastity belts, ball gags, studded dog collars along with a small assortment of whips and flails. All of these were in a well-lit, locked case that could be opened by any of the dozen or so saleswomen.

“We figured it would be less stressful for women to shop here if we only had female salespeople”, Michelle explained.

Sarah hesitantly asked another question. “I noticed that everything here is for women. Don’t ya’ll carry stuff for men too? Ya’ know ... sexual aids ... but for guys?”

“We carry clothing for men, banana hammocks and the like. But we don’t get as much demand for those other things.”

“But you’ve got a whole case full of vibrators for women, but nothing for men in there”, Sarah probed.

Michelle once again felt she was educating her friend. “First off, the dildos and vibrators aren’t just for the ladies, if you know what I mean. Second, we don’t get much call for jerk sleeves for men. Once in a while one of the old, widowed fellas will come in and we’ll special order something for him. But there’s just not enough call for those things around here on account of the church’s teachings.”

It took Sarah a moment to wrap her head around that last part - “ ... on account of the church’s teachings.” When it finally dawned on her, she uttered a quiet “ohhhh, I see...” Since the wives and daughters of the families were to be obedient in matters of sex, most men in the area didn’t have a need for masturbation gizmos – they had the real thing readily available to them!

Michelle tried several times to convince Sarah to try on different skimpy outfits, but Sarah still believed she would feel ridiculous dressed in that way as a pregnant woman. After browsing and chatting for another hour or so, Sarah bid goodbye to her friend and made her way back home to begin preparing supper.

That evening, after supper was eaten and the kitchen cleaned, Dan and Sarah retired to their bedroom. During the meal, she’d hinted that she had something in mind, “Somethin’ a little ... different. Kinda naughty.” The sight of his wife’s mischievous grin and fantasies of what she might hinting at kept Dan’s proud member at full alert, eager for attention.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Sarah said, “Dan, honey, help me get out of these clothes. I wanna feel your body against mine.” He eagerly assisted in her request, spending time kissing and caressing each part of her body as it was bared. As had been the case so many times before, the lion’s share of his devotion was focused on her breasts. She had anticipated this and began testing the waters of ‘dirty’ talk with her handsome hubby.

“Mhmhm ... I love it when you play with my titties, honey.”

Dan had never heard her speak that way before. For just a moment, he was stunned, but his twitching dong urged him back to action. He groaned and began slurping on one of her large, pink areolas, bathing her rigid nipple with his tongue while using one hand to maul the other weighty fun bag. She murmured and cooed her appreciation.

“Oh yeah ... just like that, baby. Mhmm ... are you already hard for me, honey? Is your thick, juicy cock ready to bust out of your pants?”

Dan growled and whimpered while continuing to molest her swollen sweater puppies.

Sarah stepped away from his mouth, causing a slobbery, suctioned ‘pop’ noise to echo around the room. “I need to see your big dick, Dan. I wanna feel it.” He whimpered again. He didn’t know where this lewd-talking version of his wife had come from, but he was oh so glad she’d found him. Sarah knelt down and frantically pulled at his pants, finally pulling them to his ankles, along with his boxer shorts. She then stood and grabbed his turgid tool with both hands, stroking ever so slowly.

“I want you to put this ... right here”, she said as she pointed to the chasm of her cleavage. “But I’m only gonna let you do that if you tell me, out loud, what you want.”

Dan was confused and desperately horny. “I want to put my ... thing between your ... breasts.”

“Nope, try again, sweetie”, Sarah stopped stroking his dick. “And remember that we’re married. We can say anything in this bedroom and no one else will know. I want you to be uninhibited with me. Be naughty with me. Now ... what exactly do you want?”

Dan began, “I wanna put ... my dick...”

Sarah nodded and began stroking again, “Where do you wanna put your big dick, honey?”

“ ... between your ... ta-ta’s.”

She stopped stroking again, “Nuh-uh. When it’s just us two, they’re not called breasts or ta-ta’s, they are tits. Big tits that I know you love to manhandle and suck on. They belong to you, my handsome husband. You can do whatever you want with them, honey - just like the rest of me. I know how much you love me and I trust you not to hurt me. Now ... tell me again ... what do you want?”

Dan wasted no time and said, “I wanna put my dick between your big tits and fuck ‘em.”

She began stroking him again before directing him to stand by the bed. “Yes, baby! That’s what I wanted to hear. I’m gonna suck on your fat dick for a while first – have to get it nice and slippery. Then I wanna feel your cock sliding between my titties.” She sat on the bed and took as much of his gnarly cock into her mouth as she could, just short of causing herself to gag – about half of it. She spent the next several minutes holding his cock in one hand and one of his hips in the other, fucking her own mouth with his needy stalk. Once she was convinced she’d lubricated his cock sufficiently, she pulled her mouth away and looked up to meet his eyes.

“Are you ready, baby?”

Dan’s voice cracked, he emitted only a small ‘eep’ noise while nodding. His eyes travelled downward from her lovely face to her glorious gazongas. The wide areolas had crinkled up, seeming to shrink toward her thick nipples, themselves rigid and beckoning his mouth. Before he could crouch down to begin licking those pebbly peaks again, Sarah pulled her breasts apart, exposing her cavernous cleavage. “C’mon, honey. Put that big cock right here.”

Dan followed her order happily, his weighty wang made a wet slap sound as it hit her breast bone. She used both hands to push as much of her tit flesh as possible inward, sandwiching his happy hog between her jumbo jugs. Almost instantly, without conscious thought, Dan began to saw his thick, veiny cock back and forth through her cleavage.

“Do you like it, honey? Does it feel good?” Sarah wanted to know.

“Yeah...” Dan replied.

“Nuh-uh. I need you to tell me. Use your words, honey.” Sarah demanded.

“You ... your tits feel ... so good on my dick.”

“Your cock. Your thick cock.” Sarah corrected him.

Dan nodded while continuing to plow her pillows. “Yeah ... your tits are making my cock feel so good, baby.”

“Mhmmm...” Sarah purred. “I want you to shoot your cum all over my titties, honey. Will you do that for me?”

“Oh dear Lord, I’m so close already...” Dan replied.

“Give it to me, honey. I wanna feel it on my skin”, she answered.

With that, Dan’s body tensed and he began releasing great globs of stringy seed all over her face and the top of her tits. Some shot clear over her head and hit the bed behind her. After several moments, he was still shuddering with pleasure, but his cream only dribbled from his cannon. Sarah released his pleased prick from her titty cage and took the head into her mouth, nursing the last drops from him directly as he continued to twitch and spasm.

When she was satisfied that no more was forthcoming, she laid on her back and said, “Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want.”

Dan nodded and simply said, “Anything. You just tell me, sweetie.”

“I want you to lick my pussy, baby. I want you to use your tongue and your fingers to make me feel good so I can cum all over your face.”

Dan made another low growling noise while he dropped to his knees on the bed and settled between his wife’s thighs. Sarah had been serious about ‘the shaving thing’ and she did still coyly insist on shaving him regularly. She’d kept up the practice on herself also, which was evident to Dan at that moment, with his face mere millimeters from her slippery bald mound. When her belly got big enough, she would have to ask for help safely removing her pubic hair, but that hadn’t quite happened yet.

Dan spent the next 30 minutes or more doing everything in his power to please his amazing wife. His efforts paid off. Before they eventually kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, she’d ridden his tongue to two orgasms.

About midway through her third trimester, Sarah’s breasts began leaking. Dan was over at James’ house, helping him put up some shelves in the garage and Sarah was relaxing on the sofa with a book when she noticed something felt odd. Her nipples felt hot, tingly, then suddenly cool, wet. She looked down and noticed that her milk had leaked through her thin, flowered top, creating ever-widening twin dark patches. For just a moment, she was scared. Quickly, her brain registered what had happened, that it was nothing to be scared about and, most importantly, it was still happening. The wet patches were getting larger with each passing moment. Due to the size of her pregnant hangers, the moisture was getting dangerously close to her lap.

“God has blessed me with milk to feed my baby!” she thought. With some giddiness, she disrobed, tossed her clothes into the hamper and got into the shower. While enjoying the rare mid-afternoon, steamy shower, she experimented using her hands, trying to express more of the milk, squeezing slowly near the nipple - no luck. She tried beginning near the outer edge of the areola, pulling inward toward the nipple – some dribbles, but not much to speak of. Beginning to feel desperate and over-bloated, she used both hands to bring one nipple to her own mouth. She hadn’t been thinking, just acting on instinct. When her tongue hit the nipple, a forceful stream hit the back of her mouth! She began suckling from her own massive mammary, drawing an increasingly steady stream of thin, sweet milk onto her tongue. After some time, she switched to the other breast and repeated the motions with the same results. She didn’t feel any sexual thrill from the act of nursing at her own breasts, but the amount of swelling had receded, bringing comfort.

Dan returned later in the day and found his wife in her usual chipper mood. It wasn’t shocking, but a little surprising when she said, “I’ve decided I don’t feel like cooking tonight. I want to order a pizza. Is that okay with you, honey?” She informed and asked.

“Sure, sweetie. Whatever you want is fine with me”, he answered. “I’m kind of grimy from working over at James’ place. I’m gonna grab a quick shower before we order the food, okay?”

“I’ll join you, honey”, she said, surprising him again.

The thought of his naked wife, pressing her slippery body into him, caused Dan’s impressive package to begin swelling. He just smiled and replied “Yummy.”

In the shower, Dan quickly washed the day’s sweat and grime off himself before his wife opened the shower door and joined him. “I’ve got some news, honey”, she said.

“Oh yeah?” he kissed her. “What’s that?

“My milk came in today.”

It took a few moments for that to sink in. Dan finally understood and his eyes went a bit wider. “Are you okay? Do we need to see the doctor ... or...?”

She chuckled and interrupted him, “No, honey. Everything’s fine. It’s normal.”

Dan relaxed with a large sigh, “Whew! But I didn’t think the milk came until after the baby.”

“Actually, it comes a little before the baby for most women. At least, that’s what I’ve read”, she informed him.

“So, are you okay then? You’re not in any pain or anything?” he wanted to know.

“Not really. But my boobs have been feeling really swollen and tight for a while. At least now I can get some of the milk out and they feel better for a bit. Actually, you might have to help me with that part”, she mentioned almost as an afterthought.

“What do you mean ... help you?” Dan’s curiosity and arousal were finding higher altitudes.

“Well ... here’s the thing. When I noticed it earlier today, I got in the shower to clean up and I tried to squeeze out the milk with my hands ... but it didn’t work so well. So I tried to suck out the milk myself, and...”

Dan interrupted her with a groan. Long, deep and loud. This brought Sarah’s mischievous smile back.

“I thought you might like that. Does that make you horny, honey? Thinking about me sucking on my own titties?” she wanted to know.

Dan nodded while groaning again, his hand instinctively went to his raging cock and began stroking while his eyes were locked on her heavy milkers.

“Well, the only way I could get the milk to start coming out fast enough was when I sucked on myself. It didn’t feel as good as when you suck on ‘em, it was more like trying to tickle myself – so no real joy from it. But it did get help me get some of it out and that seemed to ease the pressure. Speaking of which, I’m feeling kinda swollen again. Will you help me get some of the milk out, honey?”

Dan could not find words to express his arousal or gratitude. Instead, he uttered “uh-huh” before dropping to his knees in front of his wife, putting his face just below her swollen teats. Reaching up to gingerly grasp those heavy wobblers, he softly began suckling on her left nipple, greedily hoping for a mouthful of her motherly offering. When he wasn’t rewarded with milk, he looked up to her, confused.

“Start wider, honey. Don’t think of the nipple like a straw. Get as much as you can in your mouth as you can at first, then start sucking a little and ... OH! ... oooohhhh yeah ... like that.”

He had found a piece of heaven. Always enamored with his wife’s glorious globes, he was absolutely lost with lust when her milk began streaming into his greedy mouth. Thin, sugary, spidery-thin cascades of her titty juice hit the back of his tongue and soon filled his mouth completely. He gulped and swallowed before suckling anew. After about 5 minutes, Sarah directed his face toward her other breast. There, he hungrily repeated his slurping activities until she was satisfied.

“There’s probably a lot more still in there, honey. But I feel better now. So, thank you”, Sarah said before kissing him. “Turn off the shower for a bit. I wanna stay right here and help you with some pressure too.” She grabbed his veiny dick and began stroking. After Dan turned off the water, she sat on the edge of the tub and pulled him forward. “I really do like sucking on your big dick, baby. It makes my pussy really wet. But this time, I want you to tell me before you cum okay? I’ve never seen you touch yourself before today ... ya’ know ... jerking on it. It got me so hot when I saw you doing that a little while ago. So today, I want to suck on your fat cock until you’re just about ready to cum, then I want you to jerk on it ‘til you shoot it all over my fat, milky titties.”

With that, she took his twitching prong into her mouth and began sucking like a woman possessed. As her saliva began dripping along his shaft, she used one hand to stroke the part that didn’t fit in her greedy maw while nursing so strongly, Dan thought she might suck one of his toes through his dick!