More oral

"You dont have to if...ohh,", Daisys sensible response was interrupted by, her once again streching her jaw wide to carefully pass her teeth of the tip, engulfing it into the eager embrace of her mouth as her tonge got to work instantaniously, "I mean great idea, oh please dont stop.".

With the futas soft moans as more than enough encouragement, Emily slowly pushed her head further down the shaft, her lips streched tightly around its veiny girth instantly coating it in a thin layer of saliva as her overachieving glands returned to floodeing her mouth with copious amounts of the stuff.

Soon, without feeling like haveing made any progress down the lenght at all, she felt the fat, hot tip approach the slimy flesh at the back of her oral cavity, flattening her tonsils against it as it came to rest against the mucusy barrier with a muffles wet squelch, earning her an espaecially pronounced moan from the blissful futa above, only for a sudden twitch of the aggravated rod to **** her to gag, makeing her instinctively pull back a bit.

Not overly distressed by the uncomftable experience, she quickly pushed herself back down, really smushing sensitive tip into her delicate, slimy flesh until another sudden twitch made her gag once again, forceing her to back off a little.

It took her another few, increasingly less frequent, **** withdrawls until her mouth had become accustomed enough to the huge invader to be able to keep holding it right up against the entrance of her throat, the added stimulation and her determination to please gradually working up the intensity of the meatlog throbbing as it now leaked a constant stream of sticky precum she could lazily slideing down her pulsing esophagus mixing with her own saliva on its way down to her stomach.

Steadily breathing through her nose, she could feel her own arousal building once, though seemingly still a aways behind the increasingly eager futa, who had started to subcontiously roll her hips forward into her mouth eratically, though her sitting position meant that she couldnt meaningfully push her throbbing shaft deeper by herself.

Further spurred on by this display of need and thrilled to give her futa crush an orgasm just as great as her own, she tried to push herself further down the enticing cock for the first time after reaching the back of her mouth.

Feeling the bulbous tip press against her throats tight opening with enough **** to slowly stretch its slimy, muscular orifice around its unreal girth filled her with an strange satisfaction that more than made up for whatever discomfort the enormous intrusion caused her esophagus to endure, leaving her to entirely focus on holdeing her gag reflex in check, as Daisys cute, horny facial expression and moans melted together in her head and shot straight towards her own loins, adding to her own arousal and further enhanceing the whole gratifying experience.

Lasting several seconds before loseing contol of her gag reflex **** her to back of once again, leaving her throats entrance slightly lossened up as she regained her composure and took another deep breath before going in for the next round.

After a few more more or less equal attempts, she could feel that her now lightly pulseing throat opening had continuously loosened, yet the fat tip now constantly clinching in her mouth as it almost shot out little ropes of pre onto her tongue constantly remained to large an onstruction for it to pass into the tight embrace of her esophagus.

Feeling that her partner was desperately close to cumming and with a mischevious idea springing into her horny mind, she pulled the leaky erection form her mouth fully, eliciting a cute little groan from Daisy.

Lightly keeping the pleasure up by strokeing the throbbing shaft with both hands, now accompanied by wet shlicks with the added lubrication slowly running down its lenght, she raised the seductiveness of her voice to fully get the futa out of her arousal fulled half trance, "Daisy, how close are you?".

Her eyes took a second to focus on her own, and the only answer she got was **** nodding as the futa contined to subcontiously trust into her hands.

Seeing that words alone were not enough, she swiftly lifted Daisys hands of the top of her head and guided them to the back of it, where one of them instinctively grabed onto her ponytail frimly, makeing the futas eyes widen in disbelif as she slowly realised what was going on.

Now with the futas full attention assured, she laid out her lust driven proposal, "Pull me down when you are about to cum, I think with your help we can make it,", pauseing to let the futa react, got her an eager nod, though even though the pent up lust she could see her doubting whether his was a good idea, "but if I tap your leg you must let go immediately.".