Chris is jamming his c**k back down my throat before my mind wanders any further. I lovingly suck and work at pleasuring him, but he only wants extreme depth. Again he pushes my head deep down on that c**k, impaling my throat on himself. Again, my body fights him—my involuntary noises of discomfort fill the air as I gasp and retch and struggle to cope. Again he dominates me momentarily before giving me some brief respite. Four or five times he repeats what truly is a confronting assault on my senses, before finally relinquishing his grasp on my hair, pushing me off him with a gentle flourish. I fall to the floor, coughing and gasping, cheeks damp with tears I couldn’t stem. I raise my wrist to my face and wipe them away before he catches sight of them.
He allows me to recompose myself for
