mostly sub but a switch~

Benvenuto week end....

God bless him. He put a pillow down for my knees before pushing onto my head, forcing me into slut's prostration, kneeling in front of him. Immediately, his cock was bruising the back of my throat in fast, sharp strokes.

I like this kind of thing, despite the discomfort. I almost enjoy the breathlessness, the pain of pubic bone slamming into my nose, the feeling of my own lips being slowly sliced open by my own teeth, the constant internal wretching in my guts as I struggle to not gag, struggle to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach.

I read a trick on Tumblr once that actually kind of works: grab your thumb into a fist and squeeze. Somehow, this helps a little with gagging. I shit you not.

He's been going harder on me the past few times, though. He's been pushing my limits, hurting me more, using me more.

This time, I could no longer control my stomach. Mid thrust, my mouth filled with puke. I let it spill out onto his dick, into my knees and the pillow below them. He pulled out and I spit it all out. I didn't aim. I didn't care to.