Gagging, screaming, and drooling in a deep throat beside the sea

As soon as he sat down at my table, I knew that I wanted him to deepen his throat. My face was dripping with sweat. The chilly temperature of 92 degrees meant that the soft wind didn't help.

I was confident that I looked great. I wore a black skirt and a top with lace over it. Just above my chest, a turquoise pendant rested. From weeks of lying on the sand, my skin was golden brown.

Although he introduced himself, I knew him well. He was a friend. The three of us were sitting together on the sidewalk at a small mosaic table. I took a sip from my gin-and-tonic.

He was blonde and very tanned, just like me. He was tall like me. He smiled with a strange smile.

His order was taken by the waiter. A Singha. After all, we were in Thailand. When the waiter brought it out, the bottle was already soaked with condensation.

He said, "Khob Khun-kap", as the waiter placed it on the table.

He was able to express his gratitude in Thai. He opened the bottle and took his first drink. He felt the sweat and condensation from the bottle drip down his chin.

I was smitten by the sight of the bottle in his hand. It was clear to me that I would make it happen. I could see the way he looked at me as he sat down.

My pussy jumped a little when I thought about his cock deep in my throat.

My panties were getting wet. I was curious to see what his cock looked like. I wondered what it tasted like. It was really necessary to have a good throat fuck.

I have deep throat kink

We had a great time laughing and drinking the night away. We were ready for the next chapter.

He had been clear all night that he wanted me. He gently brushed my naked thighs, laughing at all my jokes, and "accidentally", touched my foot with his foot.

As we were nearing the end of the evening, he asked me "So, Maria?"

"I want you to have a deep throat. It's my biggest kink."

His eyes widened. He didn't expect that nympho response.

He adjusted his shorts. I looked down to see a bulge.

He was able to compose himself. He asked, "Where is your hotel?"

"Let's stop going there right now. Follow me."

I grabbed his arm and we began walking down a gravel road. As we walked down the gravel road, the wind picked up. My hair was flying all over my face.

The air smelled different. It was tangy and fishy. We have reached the end.

There was nobody else.

We walked between palm trees and onto rocks. We were sprayed with water as the water splashed against rocks. The moon was the only light source.

I reached down and pulled the zipper of his khaki shorts down with my hands. I fell to my knees. The rocks felt like tiny knives, but I didn’t care. I wanted cock.

I pulled down his shorts and grabbed his boxers simultaneously. As it burst from the boxers, his cock nearly hit me in my face. It was enormous.

He was already rock-hard. I'd never been able to get so deep into my throat with a large cock. My mouth began salivating. I was eager for the challenge.

Deep throat

I turned to look at him. I was looking at him. Our eyes met. His eyes were reflecting the sea.

I grasped his cock using both my hands. I began to stroke it upwards and downwards, twisting my fingers. I started to stroke it up and down, twisting my hands.

Precum was already out. One drop of Precum landed on his cock and sparkled in the moonlight. I gazed into his eyes, and I licked the rest of it from his cock.

Slowly, I licked around his head, trying to make him mad. I was playing with his balls with my hands. I was playing with his cock and making sure that I ate every drop. He tasted good.

I put his cock in mine and slowly pressed my head towards his body. His cock was getting deeper and deeper. My throat began to bulge.

My eyes started to water and I felt the tears running down my face. I couldn't even breathe. I tried to push him even further, but he was too close. He was grumbling loudly.

I screamed and pulled my head back. Saliva was running down my chin, onto my chest. His cock was so hard that he pointed right at me. I spit on the cock and stroked it up and down.

It was in my mouth once more, and I went faster. My head moved in a backward and forward motion, drawing the cock deeper into my throat every time. His balls were still in my hands.

Through my tears, I gazed up at him. His eyes were darkened with desire. His expression was tight and his face taut.

"I'm gonna cum"

"Fuck my face," I replied.

He gripped my head tightly and pulled it down. He started moving slowly, pushing his cock down my throat, and then he moved his hips. He began to move faster.

My mantra of "breathe" kept coming back to me.

He was speeding up now and was fucking my lips furiously. I struggled to breathe and gagged. My face was now swollen with tears and my chest was dripping with saliva.

"Mmmmhh I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he repeated.

All I could do was to muffle a reply.

He roared, and pressed his face against my crotch. He sat on one leg and pressed my face into his crotch.

His hot cum started to trickle down my throat. I felt his hot cum trickling down my throat. He sat down for a while, his leg still crossed over my shoulder and pressed against me. I smiled at myself.