Then she rose up me, the silky friction caressing my shaft. She fucked me back. My toes curled. They were following me around. I danced my tongue through her folds. “NBC never cut their feed. I pounded the president of my university with hard thrusts as she bared her tits to the world. Washington’s congress would have to approve it.”
“Politicians always love more money,” I said. “Mmm, so necessary,” I moaned, kneading my tits while Jamie sucked and slurped on my girl-dick. I pulled them down until I found her panties, then I drew those off, too. All the others were my thousands upon thousands of daughters. She squeezed her cunt around my shaft as she rose up, the pressure sucking at my ovaries. Then she spat out, “That’s what you want to hear? The worship of the studio audience, all women or futas, washed over me.