My wife Kirby
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Yo, all my coworkers call my wife Kirby because of how much she's suckin' my big fat penis during our Microsoft Teams meetings.
I sit there all meeting long all red faced with my eyebrows dancing like drunk caterpillars, my lurid, wet smirk spasming, and involuntary grunts bursting from my quavering throat, and that's how they know Kirby is at it again.
Yep, she's down there under the kitchen table sitting criss-cross apple sauce and working my tallywhacker something fierce. She looks like a curious gorilla playing with a banana (female gorilla by the way (with gigantic human tater tots that jiggle jiggle jiggle even in the slightest breeze)).
When the meeting is over and the official business is done with, all my coworkers start cheering for me and telling me to stand up so they can see Kirby suck and gulp. She gets the balls in there too. She's a largemouth bass taking the whole bait and hook and the fisherman's hand right along with it. When I stand up all slick lapped with her champing maw slobber gobbling and well attached to my engorged kielbasa, that's when she really turns it on. She loves the camera. Kirby loves the camera.
She hears that cheering and goading from the coworker crowd and that otherworldly slurp fest turns into a gulper's hoedown. She takes it all in, all of the thick shaft, all of the bean bag, some of the pubic mound. Saliva sprays upwards, necessitating that I put the goggles on, but I always forget. Her mouth unhinges more than a bit (an old female gorilla trick (Kirby is human though (with absolutely cartoon huge swangin' yams))). Her tongue flops out and reaches under and up my whole butt crack, whipping it around like a Crazy Daisy. Her thick neck and traps give her the strength to lift me up mouth-wise and the sucking never stops.
She's in the full view of the camera now, muscular and girthy, a hefty lady of untold strength and sexual prowess. My coworkers can't help but be overcome by the raw display domineering femininity, and they ululate in worship of Kirby. My scrawny, pale legs dangle about her brawny shoulders in playful helplessness as huge waves of esophageal might ripple across her throat muscles. The sucking, this vacuumic bliss is all my spellbound coworkers can see on camera. They see the might such a blowjob takes in her perfect, enormous gorilla body (though she's quite human).
At last, by her allowance only and by subtle lip cues, I explode. My cock splits like the barrel of a shotgun a cartoon rabbit has plunged his glovéd finger into and I release my entire essence of being into her, my goo of life. My coworkers lose themselves to the madness, giving into primal, gorilla-like whooping. The lights around me flicker, or is that just my perception of reality being torn asunder?
I'm drained, consumed, taken, used, spent, husked.
Triumphantly, she discards me like a sunflower seed shell, simply spitting me out of frame and into a post-slob beanbag chair that acts as a facsimile spittoon. Though I'm woozy, tender, and blissfully light-headed, it brings a further smile to my jizzer's smirk when I see Kirby curtsy nakedly for the audience that is my feverish coworkers.
Ahh, see you all again for our 2 o'clock production meeting.