This all seemed to be quite exciting to my handsome husband as well, and he had not endured more than ten minutes of the crisp double spanking before his f*****g of my defenseless mouth accelerated. I fought down the panic as best as I could given how terrifying it was for a large muscular man’s total body weight to be pressing down into my gullet with each double-spank-driven thrust into my gagging throat. And then he was coming, terrifying me even more as I struggled to cope with his spend while gravity was causing it to pool where my frantic airway was most hoping for room to breathe. So I gagged and swallowed convulsively, my eyes tearing from the stress even before a single spank had been delivered to elicit my usual little-girl sobs when getting it. But I made it, and to his credit,
