Novel & Cerita Open Mouth Gag

I put the stethoscope back around my neck and hold onto Callum's chin. "Open up," I say and he opens his mouth for me. "Did you know with some practice your throat can take very large things down it," I say as I slip two fingers into his mouth and watch as he sucks on them. I push them further into his mouth and smirk when he gags and pulls back. I lean down and kiss him hungrily, my tongue invading his mouth as he tries to keep up with the kiss. I let my hands wander down his body as I kiss him which makes him shiver.

he said. Even blind, I knew they showed my marked skin, the wax bits, and clamps glinting. Next, Bryce picked a red rubber ball gag. “Open your mouth,” he said. I did, and he buckled it behind my head. The ball filled my mouth, and I started drooling immediately. My words were gone, leaving only muffled sounds.

he growls. “I said no….” A piece of food is shoved toward my mouth. I clamp my lips shut. Hard. Refusing. He presses harder. “Open.” I shake my head. “No.” His patience snaps. Rough fingers grip my jaw, forcing it open despite my resistance. The food is shoved into my mouth. I gag instantly, my body rejecting it. No. No, no… I turn my head sharply, spitting everything out onto the floor. The reaction is immediate.

Then learn. I pull him up, guide him between my legs. He drops to his knees, blinking up at me. "Open." He parts his lips. I guide him down, slow at first. Letting him adjust. Teaching him how to use his mouth, his tongue, his breath. He gags once. I hold his jaw steady. "Breathe through your nose. Good. Just like that. Relax, it will make the gag reflex worse if you’re tense." His lips wrap tighter around me. His eyes flutter shut.

He looks at her like she is crazy her tongue sticking out. "Told you." Jackson walks back over with the gag, Marcus holding her still as Jackson forces her mouth open and puts the gag in which forces her mouth to stay open. Jackson stands up again, his cock pushing into her mouth as Marcus holds her head against Jackson hearing her gag, his hand pushes her forward more as Jackson's hips thrust faster and harder into her throat, feeling himself release in her mouth. His hand grasps her hair. Marcus releases it and her hands.

Considering she couldn't have said much in the first place with the gag still firmly lodged between her teeth, too large to make even basic vocalization possible, that's probably a good move. I shake my head and call him a lazy dog under my breath, while I set to the task of divesting Bella of the rope that has her tied into a neat, helpless human parcel. When I finally remove the gag from her mouth, she works her jaw slowly and opens and closes her mouth a few times before she makes a face, not quite able to shake off the discomfort yet. "It's not like you'd accept any help," she points out, stretching her muscles with a few moves that