And again, and again, and again until he had figured out a rhythm to use me to stroke as much of his dick as possible. With the knots having finally grown to full size, and from the increased panting, I could tell they were close. It was one thing to know that I needed to relax, another to actually do so. While lubrication wasn’t a problem due to his near flooding of my throat, size was, and I only managed about half way on sheer body weight alone. For God’s sake, where it starts tapering down to a tip reaches past my belly button. However, no matter how hard I clenched down, I could not stop him from doing as he pleased, given that he had fully coated himself in my womanhood. Immediately i screamed out YES! So much for that silver lining, I thought as he started hammering my face, his swollen sack swinging into my face with each movement. Like clockwork though, I was startled out of my reverie by an ever increasing pace.
