She is and she's confused

As you pull the elastic of the boxers downward a magnificent cock proudly stretches skyward in salutation of the morning. Not pausing to allow yourself a second to talk yourself out of the wake up plan, you press the rigid appendage to your lips. Liz had always purred and cooed about how good your big dick tasted in her mouth, and you were sure it had just been for your benefit in the past. But as the helm slips past your teeth and along your tongue your body responds with fireworks similar to when you had sipped the coffee for the first time with Liz's senses. The taste was hard to describe, it was warm, the ridges of flesh as they coursed with the blood of an erection pulsed and rose slightly, the oscillations with each beat of the heart felt by your tongue. The flavor itself was more ambiguous, like taking warm soup into your mouth on a cold day, coating your entire being with a radiating warmth and joy.

You withdraw to the point the tip glances your lips and look up toward the face that used to look you in the mirror every morning. "If your head hurts drink the Gatorade, there's an Advil in it, have a cookie, sit back, relax and enjoy the show!"

As 'you' somewhat less groggy in appearance, follow the instructions, current you dives back down, pressing hard, as Liz did to slip the large member past the tonsil and into the throat. With a gasp of surprise that to the best of your assessment was mutual, yours to the sudden lack of being able to breathe through your nose properly (how did Liz seem to breathe while holding you in her throat? You're going to have a lot to learn..) and 'you' as your previous body is overwhelmed by your previous selfs favorite sensation of all time, the warm pillowy hug to the sensitive part of the cock that only comes from it being buried in the back of the throat of a beautiful woman. Previous experiences of Liz giving your morning wood a throat massage would suggest bobbing up and down without withdrawing the head from the throat would cause 'your' body to cum in a minute or two. However, your inability to breathe forces you to withdraw until it is back nestled on your tongue. From here you can breathe through your nose and do so while swirling your tongue around.

"Oh my God! That's..... mmmmm... what the fuck?" You hear in sequence over the span of your next foray into letting the helm dive into your esophagus. Whoever is in there (You REALLY hope it's Liz now all of a sudden) appears to just now be comprehending the sensations they are feeling don't make much sense. Doubling down you bury the cock as far as it will go by pressing yourself to the pubis bone, and make the same gesture as swallowing a bite of food. The initiation of the reflex causes your throat to massage the section of penis within in a peristaltic fashion driving it to climax.