As a last mercy, she lets him have one last hurrah. He humps against her tongue, and the hot, wet muscle writhes under him, pressing sensationally against his hardening dick. He's wrapped his arms around her tongue in a tight, desperate embrace, but she doesn't mind; his grip is barely more than hug, and in fact the gentle squeeze he's giving is more arousing than anything.
But he can't hold out against the outrageously soft and firm ministrations of her tongue, and he cums like there's no tomorrow (which, for him, is true). As his semen drips down her taste buds, it elicits moans of idle pleasure at the taste. Those vibrations, earthquakes to him, combine with post-orgasmic relaxation to loosen his hold on the still-squirming pink muscle.
He lets go, unable to keep up the struggle, and his erstwhile mattress pushes him to his captress's throat. Her lips close and he's trapped in complete darkness inside her mouth, until he's pushed down into her esophagus. She groans at the feeling of his tiny body slipping through her. The vibrations and the all-encompassing squeeze from her muscular tube are too much for him, and he cums again before he reaches her stomach.
How lucky is he?
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