Rocco undoes his pants and unleashes his c**k. I don’t get a good look at it before he shoves it down my throat. He’s pulled my head clean off the table so that I’m looking upside down and all I can see is his shaft bobbing in and out of my throat. I try to remember to breathe each time his c**k penetrates my throat. I’m gagging on every thrust, and right when I think I’m about to choke, Rocco pulls back. He’s f*****g my throat slowly, and as a consequence, I can taste every inch of his flesh as it slides down my throat.
Rocco breathes heavily. “For someone so small, you can take a lot of c**k down that tiny little throat of yours.”
His compliment sends a tingle up my spine. I’m still basking in the afterglow of his comment when I feel my feet being hoisted and placed on someone’s should
