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The All-New McCock Happy Meal! free porn video
"I'm hungry," his wife said.
"What are you hungry for?" her husband asked.
"What I'd really like," his wife said, smiling, "is one of those new McCock Happy Meals!"
"I've heard of that," he said. He glanced over at her. She looked back, and smiled even bigger.
"You ASKED!" She replied, still smiling broadly.
"That's basically a blow job, you know," he said.
"I know!" His wife said, still smiling.
He felt his heart starting to beat a little faster.
"Deanne and Megan have had one." She added.
"Really?"
"Oh yes! And they said it was fantastic!"
"I can see them doing that," he added.
"What do you mean by that?!" She replied. "So---what? That makes them bad, or something?"
"I didn't say that," her husband quickly replied.
"You kind of were! So, what about me? Do you think I'M a slut, or something, for wanting a Mc Cock Meal? Huh?"
"Well---no! But..."
"But what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Then stop." His wife said. "I want a McCock Happy Meal. And I want one Now!"
So, that's what he did.
At the window, the sign indicated different available sizes---6 inch, 8 inch, and 10+. She leaned over so that she could study the sign.
"So, what size do you want?" Her husband asked.
"I'll---take the, uh, 8 inch version."
"Okay," her husband said to the speaker, "we'll take the 8 inch McCock."
"What color?" The tinny sounding voice said in reply.
"What color?" The husband asked his wife.
"Oh, I'll take black, of course!" She replied instantly.
"You're sure?"
"Oh yes!" She said. "Megan RAVED about her black McCock Happy Meal!"
Her husband let out a faint sigh, and turning to the speaker, he said: Yeah, that's going to be the black McCcok Happy Meal."
They parked the car and went inside the main building, where they showed the ticket stub to an attendant at the back of the store.
She took the ticket, and indicated which stall their order was to be obtained, and his wife smiled at him. "You can come in and watch if you want."
"I can?"
"If you want to! But, you don't have to, if you don't want. You can wait our here if you like. I'm sure it won't long," and she grinned at him as she added that last thing!
His heart was still pounding, and part of him wanted to go in with her, and yet, part of him was reluctant, too. Sighing again, he said: "I think I'll wait out here."
"Suit yourself," she said with a smile. Then, quickly, she gave her husband an affectionate peck on the cheek, and then went in through the special door!
He sat down at a table near the large plate glass windows and looked out at the beginning-to--dry-out-and-faded-green that always showed up near the end of summer. But, as he sat there, he was also thinking about his wife and her black McCock Happy Meal! Ever since this had become an offering, so he had read, the popularity of it had skyrocketed! The economic impact had been huge! All other fast-food chains had been hurrying to include this sort of 'meal' to their menus! It was another manifestation of the Black Wave Movement, that was sweeping like wild fire over the entire planet! If you were black (a 'person of color' as it was also called), you were becoming THE most popular person in your immediate vicinity! Whites (and white guys, especially) were rapidly finding themselves left out, left behind, left of the shelf!
It wasn't that his wife didn't love him. He knew she did! It was just that...well, he had a SMALL COCK, and she preferred a bigger one; and so when the McCock Happy Meal came out, she went for it!
As he sat there, another couple walked up and gave the attendant the same sort of ticket that he and his wife had just done. The woman (the other guys wife he supposed) seemed happy! She was grinning eagerly! The guy, on the other hand, seemed a bit---un-excited, but not angry! The woman gave the guy a quick peck on the cheek, just as his won wife had done before going to get her McCock meal!
After the woman disappeared through the door, the guy looked around for a place to set.
"Hey," he nodded.
"A McCock Happy meal?" He asked, nodding towards where the other guys wife had entered.
"Yep," he said. "She LOVES 'em."
"Yeah. My wife does, too."
As they sat and kept each other company, their wives were kneeling on the floor, on a soft cushion, and each working over a separate, but equally impressively, large and very black cock!
Each woman did so with undisguised eagerness, as if starved! These were high quality, prime US bred-and-raised black cock, too! The meal was expensive, but it was considered more than worth it by the growing number of women responding to market research polls!
When the moment arrived, each woman was given a very generous load of the highest quality sperm available, and as it spurted out, in thick, ropey jets, and as each woman eagerly swallowed every single drop of it, their thirst for it was now saited (until the next time)!
"So, was it good?" The first husband asked as he and his wife left the restaurant.
"Definitely," his wife replied.
"Good," he said, as they got into the car. "That's good. It sure was expensive, though."
"Yeah, know. But it's not every time I come here that I get one of them."
"Good, because if you did, we'd go broke in a hurry!"
She gave a laugh at that. "Probably! You may have to get a second job, though, because I want more of that!"
"Great!"
"Don't complain!"
"What are you hungry for?" her husband asked.
"What I'd really like," his wife said, smiling, "is one of those new McCock Happy Meals!"
"I've heard of that," he said. He glanced over at her. She looked back, and smiled even bigger.
"You ASKED!" She replied, still smiling broadly.
"That's basically a blow job, you know," he said.
"I know!" His wife said, still smiling.
He felt his heart starting to beat a little faster.
"Deanne and Megan have had one." She added.
"Really?"
"Oh yes! And they said it was fantastic!"
"I can see them doing that," he added.
"What do you mean by that?!" She replied. "So---what? That makes them bad, or something?"
"I didn't say that," her husband quickly replied.
"You kind of were! So, what about me? Do you think I'M a slut, or something, for wanting a Mc Cock Meal? Huh?"
"Well---no! But..."
"But what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Then stop." His wife said. "I want a McCock Happy Meal. And I want one Now!"
So, that's what he did.
At the window, the sign indicated different available sizes---6 inch, 8 inch, and 10+. She leaned over so that she could study the sign.
"So, what size do you want?" Her husband asked.
"I'll---take the, uh, 8 inch version."
"Okay," her husband said to the speaker, "we'll take the 8 inch McCock."
"What color?" The tinny sounding voice said in reply.
"What color?" The husband asked his wife.
"Oh, I'll take black, of course!" She replied instantly.
"You're sure?"
"Oh yes!" She said. "Megan RAVED about her black McCock Happy Meal!"
Her husband let out a faint sigh, and turning to the speaker, he said: Yeah, that's going to be the black McCcok Happy Meal."
They parked the car and went inside the main building, where they showed the ticket stub to an attendant at the back of the store.
She took the ticket, and indicated which stall their order was to be obtained, and his wife smiled at him. "You can come in and watch if you want."
"I can?"
"If you want to! But, you don't have to, if you don't want. You can wait our here if you like. I'm sure it won't long," and she grinned at him as she added that last thing!
His heart was still pounding, and part of him wanted to go in with her, and yet, part of him was reluctant, too. Sighing again, he said: "I think I'll wait out here."
"Suit yourself," she said with a smile. Then, quickly, she gave her husband an affectionate peck on the cheek, and then went in through the special door!
He sat down at a table near the large plate glass windows and looked out at the beginning-to--dry-out-and-faded-green that always showed up near the end of summer. But, as he sat there, he was also thinking about his wife and her black McCock Happy Meal! Ever since this had become an offering, so he had read, the popularity of it had skyrocketed! The economic impact had been huge! All other fast-food chains had been hurrying to include this sort of 'meal' to their menus! It was another manifestation of the Black Wave Movement, that was sweeping like wild fire over the entire planet! If you were black (a 'person of color' as it was also called), you were becoming THE most popular person in your immediate vicinity! Whites (and white guys, especially) were rapidly finding themselves left out, left behind, left of the shelf!
It wasn't that his wife didn't love him. He knew she did! It was just that...well, he had a SMALL COCK, and she preferred a bigger one; and so when the McCock Happy Meal came out, she went for it!
As he sat there, another couple walked up and gave the attendant the same sort of ticket that he and his wife had just done. The woman (the other guys wife he supposed) seemed happy! She was grinning eagerly! The guy, on the other hand, seemed a bit---un-excited, but not angry! The woman gave the guy a quick peck on the cheek, just as his won wife had done before going to get her McCock meal!
After the woman disappeared through the door, the guy looked around for a place to set.
"Hey," he nodded.
"A McCock Happy meal?" He asked, nodding towards where the other guys wife had entered.
"Yep," he said. "She LOVES 'em."
"Yeah. My wife does, too."
As they sat and kept each other company, their wives were kneeling on the floor, on a soft cushion, and each working over a separate, but equally impressively, large and very black cock!
Each woman did so with undisguised eagerness, as if starved! These were high quality, prime US bred-and-raised black cock, too! The meal was expensive, but it was considered more than worth it by the growing number of women responding to market research polls!
When the moment arrived, each woman was given a very generous load of the highest quality sperm available, and as it spurted out, in thick, ropey jets, and as each woman eagerly swallowed every single drop of it, their thirst for it was now saited (until the next time)!
"So, was it good?" The first husband asked as he and his wife left the restaurant.
"Definitely," his wife replied.
"Good," he said, as they got into the car. "That's good. It sure was expensive, though."
"Yeah, know. But it's not every time I come here that I get one of them."
"Good, because if you did, we'd go broke in a hurry!"
She gave a laugh at that. "Probably! You may have to get a second job, though, because I want more of that!"
"Great!"
"Don't complain!"
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