“... relax and take it all, slut.”

Norbert drags his long cock across my face, down until the crown touches my lips. His fingers flex against my scalp as he pushes his dark brown crown into my mouth. My eyes flutter as I stare mindlessly up at him, as he drives himself fully in.

I moan softly, instinctively, offering him vibrations as he glides slowly, smoothly into my throat. He doesn't stop or slow, nor hasten, he simply pushes himself in until his dark brown jewels are resting against my chin, and he sighs in approval.

“That's it, faggot, take all of it,” Norbs murmurs down to me calmly, “Every ... last ... millimetre.” His hips roll firmly into my mouth, as if to make sure he's pushed himself all the way, before swaying his hips back, sliding himself from my lips.

“There's a good boy,” Norbert moans in pleasure as he pulls his hips back, until only the crown remains in my mouth, and then pushes in once more. His pace is sweet and smooth, almost tender, as he pushes himself to the hilt, then withdraws.

“Always hoped this is what you'd turn out to be, faggot,” Norbert murmurs the word approvingly, like a benediction of praise, and I moan softly, smiling around his cock. His dark lips curve into a smile as he looks down at me, rolling his hips.

He establishes a rhythm that's slow, but firm, pushing hard against my mouth at the end of every thrust. Every time he pulls back, he gives me time to roll my tongue around the crown, before grinding the tip against his sensitive frenulum.

“That's a good fag,” Norbert moans the words contentedly, driving himself back to the hilt in my mouth and down into my throat, as I breathe in until I can't. “Fuck, this is wonderful.” Norbert doesn't so much fuck my mouth as he rides me.

His fingers curl against my skull gently, cupping not gripping or clamping, like holding the reins of a horse. My body soon starts to sway with his motions, backward and forward. I bob my head mindlessly in synchronicity, to better his pleasure.

“Do what you would be doing if you were conscious, faggot,” Norbert commands. My eyes flutter rapidly up at him, and I stare blankly at his hips as they push in, and then slowly pull out. I feel my cheeks staining red as I process the command.

I lift my hands, cupping his hips, but I don't shove him away from me. I close my eyes, since he's looking up at the sky, at the moment, anyway. As his cock leaves my throat, I breathe in, and can't deny his musk is pleasant as it floods my lungs.

I grind the tip of my glossal muscle against the frenulum harder, and Norbert gasps softly in pleasure. His fingers flex on my skull and then relax again. “Open your eyes and look up at me while you're doing that, faggot. Make eye contact, slut.”

I open my eyes immediately and look up, rolling my tongue around the underside of his helm. He stares into my eyes, as I smile up around his crown, grinding the tip of my tongue against his frenulum, again. Norbert bites his lower lip, pushing.

“You really are a little whore, aren't you?” he asks, as I smile around his cock as he drives it across my tongue and down, into my throat, “Fucking cocksucking faggot! Take it all, you little slut!” I swallow around his shaft, as his balls reach my chin.

For near two hours, I kneel before Norbert, taking it as he pumps his cock down my throat, calling me names, praising me. I moan as he pulls back, sucking as hard as I can on his cock, smiling at all the dirty, filthy, nasty things Norbert's saying.

When I feel him starting to pulse in my mouth and throat, Norbert growls with arousal. He forces himself to maintain his slow, smooth pace, riding not fucking, as he looks down at me. “Show me where you'd want it if it were up to you, faggot.”

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