Swallow everything Mira releases and try not to choke

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:16 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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The first thick rope of cum shoots directly against the back of your throat with shocking force, making you gag reflexively. Your eyes water immediately as the sheer volume overwhelms you—hot, viscous fluid flooding your mouth faster than you can process.

"Easy, Lily—breathe through your nose—" Mira gasps above you, her voice strained with pleasure even as she tries to guide you.

You struggle to follow her instruction, your throat working frantically to swallow as another powerful pulse erupts across your tongue. The taste is overwhelming—sweeter than the precum but with an underlying musk that fills your sinuses. You manage to gulp down the first mouthful but the second immediately follows, your cheeks bulging as you fight not to choke.

"That's it—swallow between pulses—you're doing so well—" Mira's fingers card gently through your hair, her hips trembling with the effort of staying still.

The third spurt catches you mid-breath and you splutter, cum leaking from the corners of your stretched lips to drip down your chin. Panic flares in your chest—it's too much, there's too fucking much—

"Pull back slightly," Mira instructs urgently. "Let me finish on your tongue instead—don't try to deep-throat it—"

You obey immediately, drawing back until just the head remains between your lips. The next pulse coats your tongue in a thick layer, giving you time to swallow properly before the subsequent wave arrives. Your jaw aches from the stretch, your throat burns from the effort, but you force yourself to keep going.

Around you, the parlor erupts in a chorus of completion. Jasmine shrieks, "She's cumming in my ass—Kara's filling me—oh god the pressure—"

"My knot's pumping—Nora, you're milking every drop—" Tasha howls.

Mira's cock gives one final, powerful throb, releasing a last generous spurt directly onto your waiting tongue. You swallow it down, gasping as she finally softens in your mouth. When you pull back, your lips feel bruised and swollen, your chin is slick with escaped cum, and your throat aches—but you kept most of it down.

"Lily," Mira breathes, looking down at you with something like awe. "You just... you actually..."

Behind her, Roxanne screams her release into Elena's ass. Selene follows seconds later, her angelic wings flaring wide as she pumps Marisol full.

The taste lingers heavy on your tongue as you wipe your chin with trembling fingers.

"How much did I waste?" you ask hoarsely.

Mira blinks, then laughs—a surprised, slightly hysterical sound. "Maybe twenty milliliters? Lily, that was three hundred mils total. You swallowed almost all of it on your first real attempt. That's... that's actually incredible."

Your pussy throbs painfully, arousal and pride mixing into a confusing cocktail in your chest.