“... relax and enjoy, faggot.”

I stare up at her in mindless submission, smiling as she calls me a faggot again. Her fingers slip into my dark brown hair, and curl into a good grip. She pulls my head to her, straightening off the fence and swaying her hips, driving herself in.

“We both know how much you really want this, don't we, fag?” she coos as she sways her hips forward, “Fucking yes ...” She pulls my hair firmly, but not enough to be painful, only enough to control the movement and the position of my head.

Gabrielle's cock slides in until her balls touch my lips, purring melodically in pleasure as I swallow. My throat welcomes it in, the muscles stroking her shaft down to the crown, and she pulls back, until only the tip still remains inside my mouth.

“So fucking good,” Gabrielle moans the words happily, as her cock stretches my lips so taut I can't smile around her length. Her hips sway gently, not so much pounding my mouth as simply riding it, each drive grinding her rod across my tongue.

“Gods, I wish you would remember the taste of me, the scent of me,” Gabrielle growls, forcing herself to remain in control as her hips pull back, then drive back in, pushing until her balls touch against my lips. I just moan in mindless compliance.

The command to relax makes my throat easy for her, every muscle in my body relaxed as I simply kneel before her. I sway bodily on my knees, backward and forward, as she pumps herself slowly, fingers in my hair easily controlling my position.

“Fuck, I love being able to just simply use you, finally,” she sighs in pleasure. Her command for me to enjoy myself has my own cock hard in my shorts, not that I'm consciously aware of it. I moan gently in contentment, sucking while she thrusts.

I grind my tongue mindlessly along her underside each time she slides in, breathing in as she pushes to the hilt, breathing out with a low moan as she withdraws. My eyes remain focused on hers as Gabby looks down at me, beaming with delight.

Even as she growls low in her throat with arousal, Gabrielle maintains her self-control. When I feel the first pulse of her in my throat, I swallow instinctively, but she slows down. Edging herself by going even slower, grinding herself in deep, slow.

Her pace grinds to a crawl, so gradual her thrusts that I am forced to hold my breath for over a minute between moments I get to refresh my lungs. She slows until the pulsations of arousal stop, and then speeds up to her previous riding cadence.

For two hours, Gabrielle edges herself hard, forcing herself to resist, to forestall her release. I kneel, mindless on my knees, sucking her cock gently regardless of the tempo of her thrusts. Finally, it's too much for her, as Gabby smiles down at me.

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