My Tongue

Gabrielle continues to ride my mouth for as long as possible, drawing to a stop at the very last second with only the crown in my mouth. Her eyes focus down on me, stroking my hair out of my face as she watches her cock emerging from my lips.

“Here, faggot, have some warm milk,” Gabrielle murmurs, though in my mindless state, the symbolism is lost on me. Four thick rivers of cum fill my mouth so full I need to swallow twice, before swallowing every after every other pulse from her.

Thirteen long, dense ropes of cum pump from her cock into my mouth, and I take them into my stomach. She pushes her cock back to the hilt again, and I swallow as she pulls out slow, milking the last vestiges of her release from her thick shaft.

Her fingers caress my face and stroke my scalp, before she uses my hair to dry her cock. She tucks herself neatly back into her underclothes, then zips up and buttons. “Damn, Amy did an amazing job with you. I just wish you were aware of this.”

For a moment, Gabrielle simply stands over me, admiring the view of me on my knees. Then she sighs, as she knows that she can't just leave me like this. “I suppose I really should wake you up. You're pleasant to use, but I'm satisfied. For now.”

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