The Don's Property
There’s no hitch in her breathing, no instinctive recoil, and she isn’t choking.
“You have no gag reflex,” I manage to choke out.
Oh yeah,” she murmurs against me, the vibration traveling straight through my body and settling low in my gut.
“Fuck, baby… you’re a dream,” I rasp out.
Elara keeps working her magic, one hand fondling my balls while she takes me deeper, relaxing enough to let me slide toward her throat. Whatever video she watched clearly did its job, because I’m already right on the edge, pulse racing and control slipping fast.
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