By now, the sensations were like a kaleidoscope around his man-parts; they were extraordinary; he’d had blow-jobs, before, but not like this; his whole system was stimulated, activated, energised: he was in another world, approaching helplessness; he’d abandoned himself along with any efforts to retain control; he was in a blur; so, he just submitted to Emma’s discretion and made himself a slave to her manipulations.
Then he exploded; he felt his jism rise and he was aware he couldn’t, even if he’d wanted to, control the eruption that squirted down Emma’s throat in a series of jerky-pulses; great gobs of it. Of course, he didn’t see it; not because he was deep in her gullet but because his eyes were closed, and that was what underpinned Emma’s hold on him: on him; and on others like him.
