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I am keep pushing my cock head against Katin's uvula but he isn't passing Katin’s throat entrance. Katin is constantly gagging and her eyes moves away. Then Sylvia takes action by herself and moves Katin's head left and right. This movement works out after a while and my cock head passes after a short "Gulp" Katin's tight throat entrance. Just entered her pie hole, there is a swing going through Katin's body. The swinging is limited by the bonding to the bench she has. Keeping in position, I tell Sylvia: "Keep Katin's head fixed! I push my cock down now!". Said and done, I push my full stiffed cock further down Katin's throat and he is sliding through her throat in direction to her stomach. Sylvia adds: "Oh my god, this nice dick just slides beside my fingers all way down her throat.... But Michael, please do something, because Katin's eyes rolled away again and it looks like they not come back yet. We need to do something. Now!". I stay in my actual position and tell Katin: "As you know swallow, swallow, swallow. The swallowing decreases your gag reflex!". It works out and Katin stops her gagging and her Sylvia tells me: "Oh perfect, her eyes are coming back to hentai normal now!". Katin keeps constantly swallowing in order to avoid further gagging. Sylvia repeats my statement as well: "Katin sweetie, keep swallowing in order to avoid gagging!". "Wait, are you sure about this? It didn't take much imagination on my part what that meant for Jawa girls. Both had stamina and as sore as my ass felt I was loving it. For a second it stuck in Gloria's belly, then it slid with ease through the hentai hot creamy release. “Krysten,” I moaned. But, tell you what,” Brian said thoughtfully, “Give her that ten bucks back, I can just lend you my spare pass.” He flicked his wrist out to reveal his pair of convention passes and a charm dangling out from his sleeve. “You have no idea!” I moaned. “Sir, I think she is always ready. I ignored them, skipping ahead to where I stood when I paused everything. The level of wine slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna's glass. You’re always so good at hiding your fear, Jake, Trish smirked in my mind, but you can’t hide it from me. Jerry sucked down the rest of the beer and applied lotion to his hands and then started to massage her back. She lifted her head up from her lap, just missing my deliberately placed cock. Be careful, one scare this year is enough.” DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, sex slavery, and voyeurism. "The end structure is Steel, just made to look like wood, sir" Jakob Unfartu murmered quietly.