Holstered

Gabrielle's fingers twist and tangle into my hair as I continue to worship her meat, mindlessly unable to focus on anything else. When her cock starts to pulse, Gabrielle pulls my hair, controlling my head like a toy, sliding my mouth down onto it.

She guides my head down until my lips around her hilt, then pushes down hard, her fingers shifting the angle of my head. Then, with a light buck of her hips, she forces her balls in my mouth. I start to suck immediately, worshipping her jewels.

“That's it, faggot, swallow on my cock like a good little cum-dumpster!” she huffs the words with urgency, and I obey, as I am programmed to. My throat tightens around her prick, my tongue cradling and massaging her balls as I nurse on them.

Her cock continues to pulse, harder and harder, until her thick cream begins pumping into my lower throat. She's blowing almost directly in my stomach, but not quite. Every swallow pulls more of her seed into my stomach, unloading into me.

When her pulsing finally stops, she holds my head down firmly for another few heartbeats, letting me drain the shaft and fully empty her balls. Then she pulls my head up slowly, and I breathe in around her, filling my lungs with her thick musk.

“Ah, fuck, that felt so good,” Gabrielle purrs the words as she slides herself out of my mouth entirely, using my hair to dry, sighing contentedly. “Better wake you up, now, huh?” She stuffs her cock back in her shorts, zipping and then buttoning.