[F] Deepthroat Redemption

There’s moments throughout life that sometimes linger a bit too long or pop up randomly in my memory and I rethink it over and over and drive myself crazy about how I could have reacted differently. Coulda woulda shoulda anxiety when I should just be fucking sleeping or reading or doing something productive (or masturbating if I could get out of my damn head).

Then I have the snap moment where I realize it does no good and simply erase it. Take what needs to be learned and extracted and erase the rest. I spent way too long dwelling on how awful I felt about my last deepthroat session. I overanalyzed every little detail for days and drove myself to tears beating myself up.

Finally, I woke up one morning and was sitting on the patio drinking my coffee and I had my snap moment. I realized I could just erase it and forget about it happening. It was not the end of the world. It was time for deepthroat Redemption.

I reasoned that the best way to get back on track was to rewind things a bit and recreate the scence from an earlier session. I journeyed back a few months and put on a similar outfit, cued up the old Playlist, and set up the same lighting. Deep informed me he was clean shaven so I knew it would be like old times.

He arrived and knocked softly as usual, and I greeted him in my little outfit. It was a sheer bright pink tank top with no bra, and it was a pretty chilly February night so my nips were poking through the thin fabric. I also had on a little black Nike sport skort, a tiny tennis skirt with built-in boyshorts underneath. And I had my black with tiny white hearts knee socks on (since it was chilly and all).

He looked me up and down and gave me a hug. It was a bit later than usual, so we didn’t dilly dally too much with small talk and rituals. He liked my throwback scenario and we got down to business without much ado. I transported my mind back to the time when this was new and exciting and began licking his throbbing pink head.

It all came back to me. I covered every inch of his increasingly growing cock with my tongue, licking and teasing the head with the back of my mouth. It became firm and rigid, and I slid it all the way back slowly. I made sure to feel each ridge glide over the surface of my soft palate and into my throat.

As he began to gently thrust back and forth there were distinct sounds with each movement. The gagging and pressing and cramming getting more intense and the sounds getting wetter and sloppier. God, I bet it looked amazing. We both suddenly realized this and busted out the camera.

We set it up so the angle was from the side, and close up on my throat and his cock. He stood over me and drove it down with rhythmic motion. It felt absolutely amazing, and I could feel warmth rushing down to my lady bits. He pulled out and I stared at the aggressive, rock hard, dripping cock in my face.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. A small warm spurt of warm white cum followed by another and another landed gently and I closed my lips and swallowed. I could feel it gently glide down my throat and into my stomach. So much yum.

I went for more, and Deep suggested that I lay down on my back in the bedroom. We switched positions and got to work with more throating, gagging and cumming. It was a good time. Was it the best time? Nah. But it was definitely not the worst. I can’t even remember the worst…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10xmpoo/f_deepthroat_redemption