His hands tilted my head all the way back as he pushed in another inch… then another.
My lungs screamed for oxygen.
My jaw screamed in pain.
Tears ran down my cheeks.
Still… he pushed in another inch.
Richard groaned as he pushed another impossible inch of thick flesh down my throat.
I then felt just the faintest brush against the tip of my nose. My eyes flew open as I saw the tanned skin of his abdomen with just the faintest brushing of dark hair.
A sense of relief and pride rushed over me.
“Hold it. Keep your mouth open. Let me feel that tight throat,” he said through clenched teeth.
Increasing the pace of my fingertips, I focused on the feel of his warm sandalwood-scented skin against my nose.
Both our bodies were united. Tense and strained, building the pain to increase the pleasure.
With a rush of breath, he pulled free. I choked and gagged. Through my tears I could see him furiously fisting his cock, pumping up and down, knowing he had saved me from that at least.
Without having to be told, I leaned forward with my mouth open and tongue out. I was rewarded by a flash of his white teeth. His head then tilted back as he groaned. A white stream of warm cum landed on my tongue and lips.
“Stay right there. Don’t swallow yet.”
Leaving the salty cum pooled on the center of my tongue, my gaze followed his arm as it reached over the table. He held one of the delicate meringue swans in his large hand. Giving me a wink, he placed it on the tip of my tongue.
“When that melts, you can swallow.”
The creamy sugar sweetness immediately mixed with the musky saltiness of his cum.
As I obeyed, he placed his now only semi-erect cock back into his trousers and buckled his pants. I could feel the meringue cum slip over the edge of my tongue and begin to coat my lips.
Richard caressed my face as he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“Swallow, my little bird.”
I obeyed.
Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my face up.
“Now it’s your turn.”