Gobble It Swallow It Song Novels & Stories

“Please cum down my throat. I want to swallow every drop. I need it… I’m your dirty little whore. Use my mouth. Fill me up, Daddy. Please—” He groaned and shoved his cock back into my throat, fucking me with short, brutal thrusts. His balls slapped against my chin as he chased his release. “Fuck—take it, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna feed you.” With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight down my throat. I swallowed frantically, choking and gagging but refusing to spill a single drop. He kept pulsing, flooding my mouth until I was full of him.

Felt it hit the back of his throat and immediately gagged, pulling off. "That's normal," Marcus soothed. "Your gag reflex. We'll work on it. Try again, but this time, when you feel it hit your throat, swallow. That sometimes helps." Ethan tried again. This time when he felt it hit his throat, he swallowed like Marcus suggested. It helped a little. He managed to take it deeper before having to pull off. "Much better. You're learning fast, as always." Marcus took the toy from him, set it aside. "I think you're ready for the real thing. Are you ready?"

"Swallow my cock deeper, baby. Choke on it for me." I did what he said, pushing my head down until I gagged a little. That made him moan loud and lick my pussy faster. His tongue was everywhere, exploring every fold and hole like he could not get enough. "Your ass and pussy are both so perfect. I could eat you all day," he said between licks.

Shantelle suggested. "What should I sing?" Evan asked. "You could sing Hush Little Baby," Shantelle suggested. She instructed Evan to search for the song online, and Evan played the music on top of Shantelle's belly. Indeed, the twins loved the song. There were more movements after playing the music. Evan sang along to the tune, following the lyrics played on the video, "Hush little baby, don't say a word, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird -" With a frown, Evan cut himself, remarking, "Honestly, the mockingbird isn't even the best bird singer out there. Why did it have to be mockingbird?"

If I vomited right now, maybe Nash would tell me to swallow it again. My tongue was numb when I put the porridge into my mouth. Nash became even more enthusiastic by dragging my head all over the floor which was spilled with porridge. I was really disgusted and wanted to vomit. I kept holding it in and wanted to swallow the porridge. My body was stiff as if rejecting what I wanted to swallow. "SWALLOW!" Nash shouted again as if he knew that I was having difficulty swallowing the porridge. Tears kept coming out of my eyes and even came into my mouth. I could taste the salt mixed with the cold porridge in my mouth. I tried to swallow it, my saliva pooling in my mouth. It was very difficult to

I want to get louder I got to get louder We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go As a music get fast Siddharth took my hand and spin me around. My is loosened now due to many spinning. We're blowing speakers Our heart a little clearer We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go

“Please don’t—“ His hot mouth feasted, swallowing the last of my sobs.

“And crackle, crackle, crackle. And sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.” “What is this song?” thought Zia to herself who couldn’t sing along with them. She took a glance at the guard. He was now quietly looking at his phone on his seat. “But I guess it’s working. He’s not annoyed anymore.” “But while I love the rest.” Few more children had also become familiarized with the song. “I love the rockets best. Firework fuse and fizzles. Fizzles and fizzles.” “A-and fi-fizzles,” stammered Zia who attempted to sing along with them.

"Take it deeper. Show them what a dirty, needy slut you are." My throat tightened as I took him farther, my gag reflex struggling against the intrusion. Tears pricked my eyes, but I let him go deeper, my tongue swirling, my lips sliding up and down his length. His balls tightened against my chin, his thrusts growing more urgent, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. "You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?" His voice was strained, his hips snapping forward. "You're going to beg for it." My cheeks hollowed as I nodded, my mouth full of him. "Mmm-please," I mumbled around his cock, the word barely audible over the crowd's frenzy. "Let me swallow it. All of it."

One more tune. I snatch up my chips. He takes a chip out of my bag and puts it in his mouth. "Assist yourself. Steve chuckles. “I did. Additionally, you can share your chips while I share my gummy bears. The next song has him sucked into it. I guzzle my soda. My heart is thumping a little too quickly for some reason.