Chapter 5: The Deep Throat Fantasy
Stacy choked, her throat convulsing around Dylan’s thick cock as he pushed deeper, her tears mixing with the spit slicking his shaft. "Take it all, Good Girl," Dylan rasped, his fingers tangled in her strawberry blonde hair, forcing her down until her nose pressed against his wiry pubes. Across the opulent suite, Pete’s groan was raw, his fist a frantic blur on his own cock, eyes wide and fixed on the obscene bulge stretching Stacy’s slender throat. "See how hungry she is, Pete?" Dylan taunted, pulling her head back just enough to let her gasp before shoving her down again, her gagging sounds sharp and wet. Stacy’s blue eyes rolled back, her hands fluttering weakly against Dylan’s thighs as she surrendered to the brutal rhythm, her submission echoing Pete’s ragged breath.
Dylan’s hips snapped forward, holding her head still as thick spurts of cum pumped directly down her throat. "Fucking take it, Good Girl," he grunted, his voice rough, "swallow every drop while Pete watches." The hot, salty flood hit her tongue, thick and viscous, forcing her to gulp convulsively as it slid down her straining esophagus. She choked slightly, swallowing hard until nothing remained, a thin line of pearly white tracing the corner of her swollen lips as he finally pulled his slick cock free. Pete's breath hitched, his own cock still hard in his fist, knuckles white as bone against the flushed skin.