“I’m sorry I made such a mess, I’ll try not to gag so much next time.”
He just finished fucking my mouth, and for whatever reason - perhaps the angle of his cock or his pace or my lack of sleep - there was a lot more gagging and drool this time. My chin was dripping, my eyes were watering, and there was a puddle on the floor in front of me, between his feet.
“Don’t apologize. I loved it.”
“Yeah? You don’t want me to work on my gag reflex?”
“Why would I want that?”
“So I can take you fully?”
“When you choke, your throat tightens up around my cock. You grab my thighs in panic but we both know you can’t go anywhere. It makes me feel like a fucking god. So no, I don’t want you to work on it.”












