-Julien Grayson:
He does, mouth hot and eager, tongue swirling around the head as I push in slowly. Inch by inch, I fuck into his throat, feeling it tighten around me like a vice, his gag reflex testing but yielding under my steady grip on his hair.
The wet heat envelops me, his saliva flooding as I hit the back of his throat, making obscene glucking sounds with each shallow thrust. I pull back slightly, watching strings of spit connect my tip to his lips, then drive forward again, deeper this time, feeling his throat bulge around my length.
His eyes water, tears streaking down his cheeks, but he doesn't pull away—instead, his hands grip my thighs, urging me on. Saliva drips down his chin in thick rivulets, mixing with my pre-cum and the slick from earlier, pooling on the floor between us, making everything gloriously messy and filthy.
