Her throat constricted, and she gagged, desperately trying to swallow and choke back the deluge of cum that was filling her mouth. It was a challenging battle, her body torn between the irresistible pleasure and the physical discomfort of the situation.
As she coughed and choked, her hands trembled, and her face flushed with a mixture of arousal and distress
Gloria felt a rush of heat rise within her as the hot, thick cum surged, mingling with the other contents of her vomit. Desperation coursed through her veins, and she knew that she couldn't let a single precious drop of the the magical cum go to waste. With a frantic urgency, she quickly barricaded her mouth with her trembling hands, creating a makeshift dam to prevent the semen from spilling over.
She didn't want to miss any drop of cum. She desperately wants to save the cum from spilling over, so she quickly catches the semen in her hands before it can escape her mouth. She savors the cum, savoring the flavor and texture. She licks her lips and savors the moment.
Dick watched her and was very pleased, considering this a very good vengeance on her.
A sly smile crept across Dick's face as he watched Gloria in her desperate state. The satisfaction he felt was undeniable, and he relished every moment of her discomfort.
"It's quite enjoyable to see you in such a desperate state," he thought to himself, his amusement growing with each passing second.
Dick couldn't help but revel in the power he held over Gloria, relishing the control he had over her. He had orchestrated this situation to perfection, and now he was reaping the rewards. The thought of watching her lick her own vomit, reduced to the level of a hungry animal, brought him an inexplicable joy.
He wanted her to swallow every bit of it.
As he was about to order her to swallow it back, Gloria had already taken the lead, her determination shining through as she forcefully gulped it back down, her eyes locked onto Dick's with an unwavering intensity that seemed to mirror her insatiable hunger for more.
As Gloria savored every bit of it, her taste buds danced with delight, and a rush of euphoria washed over her. She couldn't help but indulge in the rich and intoxicating flavor that lingered in her mouth, each sensation more exquisite than the last. Licking her lips with deliberate sensuality, she sought to prolong the pleasure, savoring every moment of this intense connection with Dick.
A low, sultry moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the warm liquid mixed with vomit slide down her throat, the sensation sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. It was as though every drop of his essence held a spell over her, igniting a fire within that she couldn't quench.
With an insatiable appetite, Gloria eagerly lapped up the contents that had leaked onto her palms, her tongue gliding sensuously over her skin as she devoured every last trace of him. Her eyes shimmered with unabashed enjoyment, and in that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, like a hunger finally satiated.
"You dirty bitch," Dick mused with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with a strange satisfaction as he watched Gloria's unwavering loyalty play out before him.
Gloria, her face still flushed from the intense experience, looked up at Dick with a mix of desire and devotion in her eyes. "Anything for you, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
The next morning as the sun brightedned the day painting the sky with hues of gold, Dick started on his walk to school. As he made his way to school, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
The events of the previous day still echoed in his mind, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction. The revenge he had exacted on John appeared, in his eyes, as boring as a child's game, far too trivial to quench the burning desire for retribution that raged within him.
The physical and mental anguish he had endured at the hands of those who had once bullied him were etched into his memory, like a festering wound that refused to heal. For Dick, simple revenge was not enough; he craved something more substantial, something that would leave a lasting impact.
As he strolled along the familiar path to school, he couldn't help but replay the scenes of his torment in his mind. He needed a plan that would not only humiliate his tormentors but would also strip them of their power and dominance.
His thoughts swirled with ideas, each more devious and elaborate than the last. He knew that he couldn't simply settle for a minor victory; he needed to orchestrate a grand spectacle, a scheme that would leave a mark on their lives forever.
"Yesterday's trick was just the beginning," Dick muttered to himself as he walked, his voice a whisper of determination. "I won't rest until I've shown them the true extent of my power."
He envisioned the perfect revenge, a master plan that would not only teach those who had wronged him a lesson but would also establish him as the undisputed master of their world.
Dick's contemplation was interrupted as he arrived at school, greeted by the familiar sight of the imposing building that had once been a place of torment.
Just as he crossed the threshold into the Magic Academy, He sighted a magnificent carriage stop just in front of the school gate. Glancing as it, he witnessed a familiar face emerging from a vehicle.
It was John, who was being dropped off at the academy. Stepping off the carriage, John was accompanied by a woman who bore a striking resemblance to him. It was evident that this woman was his mother, not only from her age but also from the deep concern etched across her face. It was a stark contrast to the swaggering arrogance that John typically displayed, and it piqued Dick's curiosity.
Her eyes radiated a sense of worry, and her words were laced with affection as she offered him a bandaid.
"I want you to be careful, John," she said, her voice tinged with a mother's protective instinct. "You know how competitive it is here, and I worry about you."
"I'll be fine, Mom," John replied, in usual swagger giving her an impatient look.
As the magnificent carriage departed and John's mother left, her concern lingering in the air, there was a momentary glimpse of vulnerability in John's demeanor. He pocketed the band-aid she had offered him, a small act that spoke volumes about their relationship.
Dick watched the scene unfold with a smug smile playing on his lips. To the casual observer, John might appear as a brash and confident young man, seemingly impervious to his mother's affection and concern.
But Dick had an uncanny ability to see through the facades people put on, and he recognized a significant aspect of John's character that was often hidden from the world.
Deep down, beyond the layers of swagger and bravado, John was, in many ways, a spoiled child.
The undeniable bond between him and his mother was a testament to this. And It was also clear that he held a deep, genuine love for her, despite his outward rejection of her affections.
As he contemplated the scene before him, Dick's mind raced with possibilities. He had been seeking a way to exact a more profound, enduring revenge on those who had tormented him, and now, he had stumbled upon a promising opportunity.
The plan began to take shape in his mind, like the tendrils of a vine slowly wrapping around its intended target. He envisioned a scheme that would exploit John's love for his mother, using it to unravel his carefully constructed world.
Dick was fully committed to his plan for revenge.
He had made up his mind to exploit the vulnerability he had discovered in John's attachment to his mother.
To achieve this, he decided to take a bold step. He would refuse to attend his classes, instead choosing to follow John's mother all the way home.
He spotted an hackney carriage, waved it to stop and directed the rider to follow the carriage.