Where does Gabby drop her cum?
On My Tongue
“Fucking faggot,” Gabrielle hisses at me, her words an intonation of equal parts affection and lust, “You're so good at this. You love cock, don't you, you little faggot slut?” Her eyes focus down on me, demanding truth, and I moan in affirmation.
“Mm-Hmm,” I answer mindlessly, offering brainless honesty, a forced confession I've never been brave enough to make in my life, to her or otherwise. Gabrielle beams at me with delight, ecstatic at the confirmation of one long-suspected truth.
“Tell me the truth, faggot,” Gabby demands, “You like being on your knees worshipping my cock like this, don't you, fag?” My eyes flutter up at her, as she pulls the truth from my mind. I moan in response, smiling up at her as she calls me that.
“Yes,” I murmur against her cock, mindless and deprived of any inhibition or self-control, “I love getting to service you.” Gabrielle beams as me as she pushes her pulsing crown into my mouth. She grips my head firmly and holds me in place.
“Then I'm going to reward your honesty!” she announces, as the first thick pulse of her cum pumps right on my tongue, long and heavy. “I'll let you drink my milk straight from the tap, faggot. Drink it all, fag.” I moan happily, swallowing it.
She lets me breathe easy, her milk spilling into my mouth in great, dense ropes, and I swallow after each one, gratefully welcoming her release. Gabrielle's fingers flex against my skull as she feeds me, and I drink greedily from her thick cock.
“That's it, faggot, drink it all,” she purrs as she watches me doing precisely that, until she uses one hand to squeeze out the last drops of her milk for me. I flick my tongue across her crown, cleaning her up as she pulls back and lets me work.
“Dry it and tuck it, fag,” she orders, and I blow gently, until her meat is dry in front of my face. I kiss the crown goodbye, then gently press it against her hips, pulling her underclothes up. I compress it firmly, as I zip her up, and then the button.
“Good boy, faggot,” Gabby praises me happily, “Time to wake you up, little slut.”
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