As he began to fully insert himself, it grew harder to push in, as the thicker parts started pushing itself in now. Pausing only a moment to appreciate the way I clamped and chamfed all over his steel hard rod, he pulled out, and returned to his normal pace, this time fully seated within me. He was sending rivers out the entire time, with him leaving his tip on my tongue, I got a new batch every time he pulled out before he pushed back in. My moans turned to shrieks, not of pain, but of pleasure. After wandering around the aisles a bit, not really paying attention, mostly looking for whoever ran the place, I find an old crone running the counter. Knowing exactly what it would do, I began doubling my efforts on my swilling down this forced feeding, since I hoped it would drain it quicker, and I was going to need air soon. You would think with him having managed this extreme level of depth I wouldn’t have to taste any of his
