“Close your eyes and go somewhere else”.
Doing as I’m told, my throat relaxes and I resist the urge to fight the pounding invasion of my throat. The drool starts to flow, and a small puddle collects on the floor between my knees. You love when I’m messy. Pulling my head off your cock you force my mouth open and spit. “You’re a fucking mess, and I fucking love you”, groaning as you push your cock back into my mouth where we both know it belongs.