His silver head bows low, lips stretched wide as he forces every inch past his own gag reflex. Thick veins pulse along his shaft as he struggles to swallow, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth. Eyes water, brows knit, but he keeps going, throat fluttering around the head before he pulls back just enough to gasp for air. Fingers dig into his thighs, knuckles white, as he pushes deeper again, this time holding there until his face flushes red. The bed creaks under his weight, sheets bunching as he rocks his hips up to meet his own mouth, desperate to take it all. When he finally pulls off, a thick rope of spit stretches from his lips to the tip before dripping down his shaft, leaving him panting, chest heaving.
