The hard part isn’t taking every last inch. She’s got that part down. Feeling him push past the entr

The hard part isn’t taking every last inch. She’s got that part down. Feeling him push past the entrance to her throat, muscles clenching in protest and forcing herself to relax. Chest heaving as the air comes slowly, lungs protesting even as she tries to ignore their demands. Finding that quiet spot deep inside where her needs vanish and all that exists is the cock in her throat.Once is easy. Twice is doable. But he won’t be satisfied until she can do it endlessly, effortlessly. The goal is a hundred count and she has to keep the score. When she falters, gags, chokes, pulls back gasping for air, he doesn’t complain, doesn’t chastise her. Instead he leans forward and kisses her softly, telling her what a good girl she is and how they’ll just try again tomorrow. Of course, that means his cock is off limit for the rest of the night. He’ll let her watch as he strokes himself to completion, his cum spilling across her breasts. And he’ll grant her permission to use her toys, to find some relief for the ache between her legs. But its the not the same, there’s no replacing hard, hot flesh with lifeless silicon. One day she’ll do it, she’ll make it to a hundred. Her cunt demands it. -- source link

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