That's right. I had to keep from cumming. I hadn't been very successful in the past. As much as I hated cumming for Oliver and whoever fucked me, I usually climaxed regardless of how hard I tried not to. Usually, I orgasmed harder every time I tried to hold back; begged for it actually. I was easily taking the man in my mouth down my throat. He wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had in there, nor the smallest either. An average cock on an average man. The cock in my cunt was larger. He felt good. His fucking felt good. He knew what to do with it. I tried...