"Good girl. Come on. Just one more inch."

My eyes watered, lips stretched around him. The prize so close.

I snorted, pulled back, joined to him solely by saliva and lust. His hands gripped my skull, eyes locked on mine as he pulled me down, engulfing him fully.

He hit the back of my throat and I choked. Spluttered.

Elated.

My lips enclosed the ring at his base and withdrew, sliding it tantalisingly up his slippery, engorged shaft until I popped free to my haunches, face a wet, streaked, mess.

I bit the jelly ring. Haribo never tasted so good.