I watched as the tear began forming in the corner of your eye.
A whisper in your ear.
A slight push to the back of your head.
The tear rolls down your cheek. With a finger from my free hand, I trace the
path of the tear as I gather it up. I lick it off my finger as I get lost in
thought. The gurgling noises, alerts me to release my hand.
Was it the words I said?
Did I push you to the brink?
Or are simply gagging on the giant cock I’m feeding your
right now?
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