Michael sucked air in like a dying man as he was released from Cleopatra's cleavage. Her massive tits smacked his face back and forth, making the room spin and his head light. Like being choked near unconsciousness near the point of orgasm, the head rush combined with Cleopatra's cunt enveloping him sent Michael into oblivion. His eyes went back in his head, an arm hugging the Queen against him as they came, the finger in her ass plunging to the last knuckle.<br/><br/><br/>With the Queen spasming around him, Michael's cock throbbed and pulsed, his seed flooding deep into her, his hips rocking as best they could beneath Cleopatra. His head fell back as she milked the last of his load out of his cock, gasping.<br/><br/><br/>His eyes fluttered open as she lifted his head, nodding dumbly. "I... I am..." he said a bit weakly, confused again. How the hell did she know his name? It wasn't like she gave him a chance to say anything, drowning him in an ocean of cleavage like that.