I tried to open my mouth wide and wrap my tongue around Michael's penis to keep my teeth from touching them.
I tried stimulating Michael's sensitive foreskin by repeatedly swallowing. I heard Michael breathing harder. Then, he reached out and grabbed my hair. He straightened his back and started moving.
I choked on Michael's movements. The dry feeling in my throat made me want to spit Michael's penis out.
But when I looked up slightly and saw Michael's intoxicated expression, I felt a never-before-felt pleasure. I was the only one who could control this man's desires.
Thinking of this, the discomfort in my body lessened.
After I persisted for some time, I felt that the thing in my mouth didn't have an intention to leave my mouth. Instead, it became harder and harder. In the end, I really couldn't hold it in any longer and had no choice but to spit it out.
