

I'm sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a t-shirt. My bear cock stands tall, proud, veiny, waiting for you to pleasure me. I stare forward, not making eye contact--I don't have to, you know your job. You kneel before me and lower your gaze, looking directly at my cock. I wrap one hand behind your head, guiding your lips to the tip. Your mouth opens instinctively, parting your lips and wrapping them down the spongey softness of the glans. I moan softly and increase the pressure on the back of your neck. You close your eyes and swallow, opening up your throat as my cock passes over your tongue--letting you savor the salty-sweetness of my meat as my cockhead penetrates the back of your throat and slides into place. You gag slightly and open your eyes, trying to remember to breathe through your nose and over my cock. I hold you down firmly as I feel your throat caress and rub my shaft while you take in your air. "That's it, good cocksucker." My fingers pat the back of your neck while my hand holds you in place. "Give me that throat." You gulp and swallow another inch of my dick. Now down to the base, I slowly count down as I test your limits.