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Feeling the warm wetness against his soft cock definitely helped improve Glenn's mood. A subtle shift in her mouth and he felt his rod begin to grow faster than his nerves could stop. When it grew firm enough he moved, thrusting a little, feeling the ring grow tighter around the base of his cock and her throat grow wetter and hotter.

It was awesome. Literally. He was in awe of the feeling as his cock grew harder and harder in Lara's mouth and throat, and he realised he was deeper than she'd usually let him go. She gagged a little, but when he pulled back he saw the look of wanton lust in her eyes and she moaned in a way that told him she was loving it. He moved a little, pulling back until the metal ring tugged his cock and then pushed forward until she gagged again. And again, and again, until he felt a kind of rhythm and began fucking her face in earnest.

But his cock continued to harden, driven to new heights, or rather lengths and girths, by the powerful new experience. He was a sexual tyranosaurus, a king among celebate men, a shiny-cocked god.

Pulling back after a thrust Glenn stopped. He couldn't pull back. The sensations around the head of his cock were heavenly but something was definitely wrong at the base. As he shifted, it became very obvious what it was; he was stuck.