“That's it,” his voice was raspy. “Now, take it back into your mouth.
Don't use your teeth on me. Be gentle.”
“Okay, master,” I answered before I did what he asked.
However, I didn't immediately take him in.
At first, I took just another inch before backing off. I gasped a little.
“What are you doing? Take it back into your mouth.” He sounded so commanding, yet raspy.
As I went for it the second time, I felt his hand on my hair. He tightly wrapped his fist around my hair and pulled.
And that made me take him in deeper until he hit the root of my mouth.
This time, however, I didn't gag. I just stayed still as I tried to get accustomed to the large thing in my mouth.
And I remained that way until I felt his member twitch in my mouth.
He grew impossibly bigger, and it strained my mouth so much, I removed my mouth, but he didn't allow me to do that.
His hand on my hair forced my mouth down his shaft until I felt my eyes water.
