With your hands tied behind your back, you fully engorged your throat with my man-meat. What a cute little face, struggling to contain its guest; eyes welling with tears and bloodshot red. Soon the slime running from your mouth would be over-powered by my two-week load. I couldn’t wait to achieve a hard, masculine release into your petite, feminine body.

“Keep staring at me, baby. I’m about to fucking cuuuuum!”

Your eyes popped and throat squeezed my glans before I completely drained my balls into it. What vibrated from my vocal cords was more monstrous than manly. Almost as if matching the quantity of what pumped from within. I grabbed your blonde hair and threw your head up and down my cock while bucking my hips to make sure your gullet was filled.  Tears ran down your cheeks; cum crawled over my balls and I pulled you off my cock, making it flop onto my stomach. After catching your breath, you giggled and sniffled.

“I told you,” you said, “Told you it would be better down my throat than just in my mouth.”

“Damn, you were right,” I said with exasperation.

“Of course I was.” You leaned back on your haunches while mucous and cum strung from your chin with a Cheshire cat grin. “I always am.”