Feeding

“Open up, faggot! Time for your breakfast!” Amy says, beaming triumphantly as my mouth falls open obediently. Her hand moves in fast, hard strokes on her rod, aiming it at my mouth. My eyes flutter as a thick pulse of cum shoots from her rod.

Pulse after pulse of cum pumps from her cock, drowning my tongue in her seed. Amy bites her lower lip hard while she's cumming, watching my mouth fill. She cinches her cock with her fingers for a moment, hissing, “Swallow that, faggot!”

I close my mouth and swallow, before she pushes her crown into my mouth and releases. The rest of her release floods in, forcing me to swallow two more big mouthfuls of her cum. Then she sighs in satisfaction and pushes in clear to the hilt.

“Swallow, fag,” she orders, and I do. My throat muscles flex and constrict around her meat, drawing every last drop of her release into my stomach. She slides back and sighs happily, looking down at me, her lips cocked in a smug, satisfied smirk.

“Fuck. It'd be so easy to just keep you like this forever,” she sighs, stepping back and stuffing her cock back in her shorts. My eyes remain focused mindlessly on hers as she pulls them up, buttoning and zipping herself in, but still, still smirking.

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Author's Note:

At this point, the story has a convergence at Chapter 5: “Deactivate.”
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