Gerard pushed me back down on his c**k and this time I didn’t resist. I took the c**k, took it all, felt the tip pressed against the back of my throat, fought down the gag reflex and worked it, worked it, worked it. My tongue got in the action too, licking, swirling, and then my lungs as I hoovered that long shaft for all I was worth. God, oh god, he was so big, so hot. That purple helmet just about seared the inside of my mouth and then, when at last Gerard shot his bountiful wad I nearly drowned. I did choke a couple of times, but Gerard didn’t let me go, not until the last drop spewed forth and that c**k deflated in retreat. When his hands did release me I backed away, leaned forward and coughed a few more times, some of the c*m almost dripping out but I tilted my head back, not wanting
