Delicate Edging II
One hundred more strokes...
Imagine me bobbing my head to and fro over your dick, your balls slapping my chin as I fit as much of you as I can in my mouth, struggling not to gag... You don't want me to hurt myself, do you? Of course not... but then why would you thread your fingers through my hair, clasping my head, and guide me to perform heavier, faster rotations. My eyes widen every time your dick begins to slide down my throat, and tears well up in my eyes...
Wait... I'm in control here. Not you. I don't have to tolerate this.
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