[Margaret's Perspective]
Donald's sex organ was repeatedly inserted into my throat, causing me to retch.
This feeling was not physically comfortable, but when I saw Donald's intoxicated expression because of my body, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He was happy because of me, and I wanted to give him more happiness, because his happiness was my happiness.
I gripped the base of his sex organ with both hands and tried to find a more comfortable position.
I knew how big Donald's thing was. Last night, he was entering and exiting my body. But I had never observed it so close.
My nose was pressed against it, and Donald's breath filled my breath. I couldn't even hold it with one hand, and it took two hands to wrap around it. Such a thick weapon could actually reach into my body. I trembled at the thought, but I was also boiling with excitement.
