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I gurgle and cough and Corbin finally releases his intense hold on the back of my head.

It’s just too late…

There’s vomit everywhere.

I grab for the towel on the floor and jump up and run to the kitchen sink.

I make a loud heaving sound and turn on the water.

I gasp for a breath and splash water on my mouth and then my face.

When I look back I see Corbin hasn’t moved at all.

“Did I tell you to get to your feet, darling? Did I tell you to run to the sink and wash your mouth and face?”

My heart sinks.

I’ve been bad. I haven’t obeyed.

“You have three seconds to get back over here and get on your fucking knees.”

I quickly run the towel under the water and then hurry back to Corbin.

I drop to my knees, my left knee touching my own vomit on the floor.

I look up at him.

I’m terrified and turned on at the same time.

My panties are soaked. I can take them off right now and wring them out.

This… this is like nothing I’ve experienced…

This is Corbin.

“Take the towel and clean up my cock so we can continue,” he says.

I nod.

I have to use my hands to wrap the towel around Corbin’s huge cock.

I jerk at him as I wipe.

There’s a smell in the air now. It’s not pleasant at all.

Embarrassment shudders throughout my body.

Yet… what was I supposed to do? His cock had beenin my throat.

Not some cute and flirtydeep throatkind of thing. Not someplayful gagging.

Corbin’s cock in my throat meant no air. No breathing. Punching beyond anything that resembled a possible gag reflex.

I drop the towel to the floor.

I look up at him.

His jeans are down to his knees.