His breathing is patchy, and looking up, I see him looking back down at me, watching as his c**k slides in and out of my mouth. With my lips, I give him as tight of a grip as I can, and with my hands, I feel his tension build. His balls tighten and harden, his musky scent growing stronger as his flow increases. I taste his essence filling my mouth, and then, with a groan, he grabs my head firmly, pinning me and thrusting hard into my mouth. My hands prevent him from filling my throat, but as he spurts I gag, his c*m hitting the back of my throat. His pelvis flexes and bucks as he shoots into me and c*m dribbles from my lips, dripping onto my breasts.
As he relaxes, he pulls my head back, withdrawing from me a little and turning my face upwards. "Don't even think about spitting," he says,
