step a little closer; I cant hear you....Whats for lunch?
THROATPUNCH!!!

In the year 1820, John Dickerson was a man of the field. He rose cattle and herded sheep. Greg Gregerson and the penis boys were known about town to herd cattle to their branding post and would brand penises onto unsuspecting heffers. Soon after they would return the missing cattle to their appropriate owners with their newfound phallic brandishing. John Dickerson was very upset by these cockamamie antics. His cattles' fresh dick decorations extremely decreased the face value of his bovines. John Dickerson sought out Greg Gregerson and the penis boys in sordid places and soon found these four gargantuan men in a local brothel with appropriately large women. He knew immediately that his average size and pisspoor fighting techniques would be no match for Greg Gregerson and the penis boys. Greg being the largest and the leader, he instantly knew he must take him out if he had any hope of leaving unscathed and his heffers avenged. He balled his fist and struck Greg Gregerson in a 3" space between the chin and the neck of Greg's shirt. Greg Gregerson dropped to the floor in agony and the penis boys trembled in fear. After witnessing their fearless leader taken out with one punch, one brace penis boy asked John Dickerson to lead their gang and brand dick decorations all over the cattle of the Midwest. John Dickerson replied,"Do you want a throat punch too, bitch?"

As Anastasia gave a blow job to her hugely well-endowed lover, he pushed her head down on his shaft going so deeply into her mouth it felt like a throat punch.

“That shit gave me a wicked throat punch”