Down My Throat

Her hips snap against my face with one last, hard thrust, and a harsh smack against my cheeks. Then Gabby holds my head against her hilt, her phallus pulsing in my throat. She groans in pleasure, as I swallow instinctively, sucking her thick base.

Her hips freeze, and her girth pulses hard enough that my throat is forced to conform to her shape in a manner even more pronounced. “That's it, faggot, take it like the brainwashed little cum-dumpster you are, moan like this is all you deserve!”

I moan obediently on Gabby's thick shaft, as her first pulse of cum pumps into my throat. I focus my eyes up on hers, dark brown focused on dark brown. The smile on her face is one I know as one of her happiest expressions, one I love seeing.

“Fuck, yes,” Gabby growls lustfully, “You know what you are now, don't you, fucking faggot?” I moan affirmatively for her, as I grind my tongue against her underside, swallowing her milk as she pumps it directly into my throat, holding me on it.

“Good boy, good fucking faggot,” Gabrielle purrs with satisfaction as the harsher energy abates as her balls are draining in my throat, emptying herself into my stomach. I look up at her, and she beams down at me with a profound appreciation.

“Fuck, that was sublime,” Gabby coos the words as her hips finally slide back once I've swallowed everything she offered to me, and she strokes my hair. “You're such a natural faggot. I knew you would be.” She sighs, using my hair to dry herself.

“Well, I should wake you up. Glad you won't remember me being kind of a bitch in how I used you, though,” she snickers, but strokes my hair anyway. “And I do kinda hope you're free to hang out after this, so, time to wake you up, fucking slut.”

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Here the story converges with Gabrielle waking me up in Chapter 9: Yes.