Myrcella's throat quivered as the broad, throbbing head of my cock pressed against the back of her oral cavity, stretching her mouth open with delicious pressure.
The warm, wet heat of it was impossible to ignore with her saliva pooled around the base, slick and slickening, as she instinctively tried to accommodate it.
But then, her entire body shook as she pulled her head back, her lips parting in a sudden, desperate gasp.
"Cough, cough… cough, cough!"
Her breaths came in jagged bursts, each one rattling in her chest.
The gag reflex stole her composure, and she clutched at her throat, her eyes watering as she fought to recover.
Leaning just slightly forward, I rested a hand gently on the nape of her neck. "Hey," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring, "something like this can't be rushed. You don't have to do it right now."
Myrcella's cheeks were flushed crimson as she swallowed thickly, still coughing. "I—I guess you're right…" Her voice wobbled, strained and breathless.
