Moments within coming through the door I’m on my knees. You don’t spare time taking out your dick. It springs out at me, slapping my cheek. My mouth is salivating. I am ready for this. An hour every day with a toy in your measurements has helped me practice, millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch. With a lubed throat and teared eyes in front of the mirror watching my neck slowly bulge from the intrusion.