Gagging, Crying, and Drooling in the Deep Throat by the Sea

As soon as he sat on the dining table, I was sure I wanted him to close his throat to me. My face was swollen with sweat. The gentle breeze did nothing to help, given that it was 92 degrees.

I was confident that I would look good. I wore a black short dress, black shirt and the white lace kimono I wore over. A turquoise pendant hung over my chest. My complexion was brown and golden due to days spent in the sand.

He spoke to me, but I already knew who I was. He was a close friend of mine. We were sitting together on the sidewalk at an unassuming table. I sipped a glass of my tonic and gin.

He was blonde and, just like me, the guy was extremely well-tanned. His height was exactly as I prefer my male friends. He smiled in a weird way.

The waiter took the order. A Singha. It was Thailand at the time. This bottle had already become soaked with condensation by the time our waiter took it out.

"Khob-kun-kap," he said while the waiter placed it at the table.

It was nice to know that the man knew how to express his gratitude in Thai. He put the bottle in his mouth , and took the first sip. The sweat was mixed with the condensate of the bottle and fell across his chin.

Looking at the bottle that was in his mouth , I think that it was the cock of his hand in my mouth, and deep in my throat. I was sure I could achieve it. I could see the way the man looked at me as he sat down.

Thinking about the cock of his, deep within my throat caused my pussy to make a slight jump.

My pants are getting damp. I was wondering what his cock was like. What did it taste like? I needed a great neck fuck.

Ich have deep kink in my throat

We had a great time drinking and laughing. Then we rehearsed our throats for the event to follow...

Through the night, he had declared that he was looking for me. He gently brushed my thighs with his bare hands while making fun of my jokes and "accidentally" by touching my feet with his feet.

"So is that it? Maria?" he asked me as we drew closer to the close of the evening.

"I would like to deep-tongue you. This is my most kink."

His eyes widen. I doubt he expected this nympho response.

He changed his shorts. I looked at him and noticed an unflattering bulge.

He regrouped himself. "Where's the hotel you're staying in?" he asked.

"Let's not leave just now. Stay with me."

I grabbed his arm and we began walking along the gravel road. The wind became stronger the farther down the road we went. Hair was swirling all over my face.

The air was distinct. It was tangy and fishy. We've come to the point where we could stop.

There was nobody in the room.

We walked between palm trees and onto a rock. The water splashed across the rocks, sprayed us with the ocean. The only source of light was the full moon.

My hands slid towards the zipper of his khaki shorts and pulled it back down. I fell down on my knees. They felt as if tiny knives were cutting them up; however , I didn't mind. I wanted to cook.

I pulled down his shorts and took off his boxers at the same moment. His cock nearly hit me on the forehead as it came from the boxers. It was massive.

He was already rock solid. I'd never gone to the throat with such a large cock before. My mouth began salivating. I was excited about the test.

Eyes dark with a desire to swallow deep.

I looked at him. He was looking at me. Our eyes were a match. The sea was reflecting his eyes.

I grabbed his cock using both hands. I began to stroke it upwards and downwards as I twisted my hands. He groaned, more of an oo.

Precum was already out. A small drop of it sat on the high point of his cock, shimmering in the evening light. I gazed at the eyes of his friend and took off his cock.

I slowly licked at the head I took my time, trying to make him mad. I was playing around with the balls of his hands. I was playing with his cock and trying to taste every bit of it. He tasted good.

I put his cock in my mouth, and then slowly moved my head in towards his body. I could feel his cock move deeper and more deeply. My throat was beginning to swell.

My eyes were watering and tears started pouring across my face. I was unable to breathe. I tried to push harder to choke my cock. He was muttering loudly.

I screamed and lifted my head. Saliva was running through my chin, and then onto my chest. His cock was so tight and pointed straight at me. I spit it out and stroked it up and down.

I put the same thing in my mouth and sucked it up, this time faster. My head was moving around, bringing the cock into my throat every time. I was playing around with my ball.

I stared at him through tear-filled eyes. His eyes were dark with desire. His face was tense and his expression indicated the man was about to Cumming.

"I'm gonna cum"

"Fuck my face!" I said.

He grasped my head and held it tightly. He began to move his hips slowly at first, before pushing his cock down into my throat. He was moving more and more quickly.

I was constantly repeating my mantra of " breathe" in my head.

He was moving fast and was fucking my mouth in a frenzied manner. I screamed and tried to breathe. My tears were streaming through my eyes as my chest became swollen with saliva.

"Mmmmhh I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he repeated.

All I could think of was to moan an incoherent reply.

He roared and shoved my face against his crotch. He placed one leg on my shoulder, and then with quick movements, he entered my throat and yelled "Aahhh Ahhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaahhhh!" ..."

I could feel the hot cum coming down. He pulled his cock from my mouth. He took a break for a few minutes and he sat with one leg on my shoulder, pressing it against me. I smiled at myself.