Holstered

“Fuck I wish you would remember this,” Gabrielle says to me as she looks down at me, “Well, no reason for me to be a jackass. Get ready. Gonna give it to you deep, now, faggot.” I blink up at her in mindless submission, as she pushes to the hilt, first.

Her fingers tighten, then pushes my head down on her cock as she jerks her hips. Gabby's jewels slip into my mouth, and I automatically start to suck on them. I swallow around her cock as she drives even her hilt into the top of my throat, now.

Her fingers flex against my skull as she holds my head down hard, but not painfully. My throat stretches to accommodate, conforming to the shape of her meat. I stare at the soft skin and clean hair at her base, sucking gently on her balls as I do.

I feel the first thick rope of her cum pump into my throat as I'm swallowing around her. The muscles of my throat caress her meat and carry her seed into my stomach, at the same time. She holds my head down as she rides out her heavy load.

When the pulsation ends, Gabrielle sighs in satisfaction and rolls her hips back slow. Her balls slip out of my mouth in one slow, gentle motion, as she withdraws carefully. My lips glide up her length until her cock frees itself entirely of my lips.

“Fuck that was awesome,” Gabby swears, stroking my hair back out of my face before using it to dry her cock and her jewels. Tucking herself into her underclothes, she buttons and zips, looking down at me as she bites her lower lip and just smiles.

“If you were consciously aware, this would've been even better,” she hums to herself, “That would've been perfection.”

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