"Ohhh! Fuck! You are better than your mom. Keep going! Don't stop!" He increased his pace and began to fuck my mouth. I held on, taking him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs.

 

Each thrust hit the back of my throat, forcing me to stretch in ways I never thought possible. His sheer size was overwhelming, filling every inch of my mouth, but his praise acted like a drug, making me push myself further for him.

 

The next moment, he grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and began to thrust deeper. He no longer let me set the rhythm; he took over completely. He...