If my sinuses are clear, I can keep my FWB’s down my throat and squeeze a bit. I ,unfortunately, am a mouth breatherwith my FWB I took every inch.
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If my sinuses are clear, I can keep my FWB’s down my throat and squeeze a bit. I ,unfortunately, am a mouth breatherwith my FWB I took every inch.
You weren't trying hard enough? Or he wasn'tI always loved it when my doms would try to choke me with their cocks. One used to tell me that if I didn't have tears streaming down my face, I wasn't trying hard enough.
you are a true friendI can take 7 or 8 inches without chocking but gag for a friend who likes to force me. It helps him release his frustrations![]()
OH YES!!! I love knowing that I am just a vehicle for his needs. That for those few moments he doesn't see me as being another person. My throat is a fuck tube for him to use to masturbate himself with, just a warm,wet and tight hole for him to fuck! And as a convenient receptacle for him to dispose of his semen when he is through. For as long as it lasts, I'm in ECSTASY!!Secretly, I like to gag on a man when I am giving him a blowjob, finding it both being a contrast and yet a powershift too.
I cannot tell him I like it otherwise it would change everything as knowing that, he would probably force me into doing it more. That would not really work as there is just this feeling of power when he grips my head and forces me to go deep on him. Its not so much aggression as it is just the primal need within him to have more of the pleasure he is already getting. And I love that sense of power I have over him as what we do becomes primal and animalistic.
But then a second later and the shift in power happens. Suddenly I realize how vulnerable and powerless I am to his strength. I am deeper than I want to go and held there longer than I want to be. That elicits a sense of subservience and vulnerability. I am out of my comfort zone and I am not sure for how long I am going to be forced into taking too much of him, just that my eyes are tearing, I am gagging, and soon I’ll be fighting for breath.
So I love it… if it is a few moments longer than what my comfort zone is, because I get both feelings of intense power and yet powerlessness… if that makes sense. That is the contrast that I love. I am in complete control of him, and yet not! But I cannot tell the man to do that beforehand because then it will not be lived out, but rather enacted, strangely ruining what I love. And even then, it does not happen perfectly each time; sometimes not at all, and sometimes I am gagging for way to long and way too deep.
But gagging. Oh yes, make me gag… take me out of my comfort zone… just not for too long!![]()