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Remember to practice oral knotting responsibly:
* Agree on how to communicate Yes/No/Stop non-verbally.
* Inspect your partner's fully inflated equipment before hand to make sure you can manage the size. Don't want to dislocate your jaw or obstruct your epiglottis.
* Put down some blankets you can throw in the wash afterwards.
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t ...I finally came back to my senses as he delivered one last long slurp to my quivering spade. It had been far too long since I'd had such enthusiastic attention, and he'd performed splendidly. The shaking in my legs was starting to subside as I realized how much I'd been clenching my muscles. He moved up the bed to stand beside me and bent down into a kiss. I could taste my flavor on his tongue; tart hibiscus and sweet agave, with a lingering floral aroma. It was all the motivation I needed to keep the evening going. Or so I thought. I broke our kiss and got up to present myself, only to fall on my elbows half way through turning around. His magnificent tongue had left my muscles thoroughly exhausted. Ever the optimist, I wasn't about to let this little setback get the better of me. I caught a pungent fragrance on the air and realized my fall had placed my head right under his groin. A soft red bud was peeking from his sheath, glistening with arousal. He smelt heavily of earth and musk, a dark pu'er tea left to brew a touch too long. I stretched out my neck and let his tip rest on my tongue, the taste bitter and piquant. I pressed my tongue into his sheath, seeking more of that irresistible flavor. It didn't take long to coax him to full size, and soon I could feel the slight bulb of his knot beginning to swell. He was at full length now, with my nose up against his sheath he just tickled the back of my throat. I'm usually more cautious in such situations, but between his intoxicating aroma and perfect fit I couldn't help myself. I carefully closed my jaws to apply gentle pressure to his knot and prepared for a new experience. He'd been an exemplary gentleman, holding back his instinct to thrust, letting loose a steady but manageable stream of pre, doing everything he could to let me go at a comfortable pace. Once I began applying pressure to his knot he lost what willpower remained and started making short, quick thrusts. I had him in my jaws enough that my head could move with him and avoid gagging, but I wasn't ready for what followed. His knot expanded to full size incredibly quickly, but I was to distracted to feel pain from the size because his production of precum nearly tripled. I did my best but swallow it all, but couldn't keep up as it overflowed my mouth and spilled onto the sheets. I could feel him throbbing and knew he must be close, but was too overwhelmed by the whole experience to notice precisely when he reached his peak. When I came back to my senses his climax had passed, but the knot was still full. I could feel the strain in my jaw and realized it was just slightly too big for me to get out of my mouth; we'd be stuck together for a while. I was about to think about how sore my jaw was going to be in the morning when I felt an energetic lap on my hindquarters. In all the excitement I'd shifted my rear close enough that he could get to it, and he was more than happy to distract me from my current predicament. I just hoped my taste didn't keep his knot inflated for too long, there were many more activities planned for the night that we couldn't do while stuck in this position... \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
I was planning to include some basic descriptions of scents and tastes and got carried away. It's my first attempt at writing erotica, hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is welcome for both art and writing.
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