No cap

Oliver waited patiently as Tori tightened various bits of the harness until the neon pink silicon cock jutted proudly from her crotch. Standing tall Tori beckoned Oliver over, and as he stood in front of her eagerly she laid out the ground rules “First off Ollie, just so we’re on the level- Aaron and I are open so this isn’t cheating, second- ditch the clothes, third- prove to me you don’t have a gag reflex and you can have me any way you want but if you gag at all, this cock is going up your ass.” She pulled her sports bra off, revealing her perky tits, one arm a sleeve of flowing vines and flowers and the other a patchwork of various designs, holding the dildo at the base as she eyed Oliver.

Grinning back at his roommate, Oliver quickly disrobed, revealing his rigid prick. Tori’s eyes gleamed at the size of his cock, a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. Without a word Oliver sank to his knees, the dildo was significantly larger than Simon’s shaft but win or lose the bet was too tantalizing to pass up.

One hand on his own shaft slowly jerking, Oliver’s free hand grasped the dildo. Doing his utmost to imagine it was attached to Simon, Oliver let instinct take over. Smacking the crown of the dick onto his tongue, Oliver made eye contact with Tori as he swirled around the tip. Wrapping his lips around the tip, he started sucking in earnest, taking in about a third of the silicon cock in a go, his hand jerking it off just as he’d blown Simon the night before.

“I mean that’s very nice and all Ollie, but that hardly proves you don’t have a gag reflex.” Without responding Oliver began leaning forward, he moved painstakingly slowly, breathing in through his nose as he inched his way down towards the base. Tori let out a gasp of awe as Oliver’s lips inexorably slid closer and closer to her hips. “No fucking way…” she breathed as Oliver’s nose hit the cloth harness, holding it there for a moment before sliding all the way back up. Taking in a huge breath, Oliver shot a wink up at Tori “told ya Tor.”