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he asked, voice low but edged with sudden concern. I swallowed again, trying to clear the strange sensation in my throat. “I… I swallowed something hard,” I said, my brow still furrowed as I stared at the remaining piece of bread in my hand. “It wasn’t the crust. It felt like… metal or something. Weird.” The color drained from his face so fast I almost thought I’d imagined it. Gage went pale, his eyes widening as he stared at the bread tray. His hand left my shoulder and he reached for the remaining pieces, pressing them between his fingers with frantic urgency, crumbling the soft interior in search of whatever I’d

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I stand there sheepishly, my hands hovering clumsily in mid-air, my face burning with a sudden, intense wave of mortification. I watch Owen’s face. It is a cinematic masterpiece of pure agony. His jaw moves once. Then it stops. His entire expression locks up, his eyes widening in shock as his tastebuds are violently assaulted by the bitter salt-bomb. I can literally tell that he is having an immense, life-or-death difficulty trying to physically swallow the food. His throat muscles constrict painfully as he forces it down his esophagus out of politeness.

“When I cum, swallow everything. Don’t spill…do you get it?” He moaned around me, the vibration pushing me over the edge. I gripped his hair tighter and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down his throat. Elias swallowed frantically, some of it leaking from the corner of his mouth. I stayed in his mouth until I was spent, then pulled out slowly.

I swallowed hard, trying to force the bile down, and took a tiny bite. The texture was the final straw as it tasted disgusting. My throat constricted instantly, refusing to let the food pass. I dropped the fork and tried to breathe as a surge of nausea rolled up my throat. I didn't even have time to think as I threw the covers back and ignored the sharp protest of my tired ribs before hurrying to the bathroom.

I feast my eyes in the dish before me as I gulp hard this looks tasty as I drool over it, getting a hold of the sandwich as I nubch on it hungrily, Swallowing it u feel my stomach turn in disgust as I spit it ou immediately looking shyly towards the girl at the counter I cough slightly till she's convinced that I had choked on the lettuce by mistake, I smile at her as she Averts her gaze away from me placing her attention back on the dishes she was sorting, What the hell just happened? I ask myself I wardly checking the sandwich I life up the first loaf of bread to inspect the insides yet everything seems just as normal as it should be no extra ingredients had been places in it, Why did I j

“If that’s all you can stand, then try to swallow it. If you can let it trickle down your throat, it might help more.” Pushing her tongue to the floor of her mouth again, she relaxed her jaw so that the tablespoon of burning liquid collected there. She had no idea how one allowed something to trickle down their throat. Either it was open to swallow, or it was closed to breathe. Mentally trying to walk through the swallowing process step by step, she held her breath, then opened her throat.

I tried to talk but it felt worst making me shut back up. I leaned over the sink, my reflection a stark reminder of my distress. The first retch was violent, my body convulsing as the contents of my stomach surged upward. The taste of half-digested food and stomach acid burned my throat, and the world spun around me in a disorienting whirl. Each heave was an ordeal, a battle between my body's instinct to expel and my mind's plea for it to end.

She unlocked the door from the inside and opened it wide before stepping inside and she strolled around the place, looking for what to eat. She rummaged through the shelves and used her hand to push the things down before her eyes then fell on the canned foods at the other side. Hurrying to the place, she took one of them and placed the stick to lean against the shelf before wasting no time in pulling the lid backwards. She inhaled the scent of it and a satisfying smile appeared on her lips before she dipped her hand inside and stuffed it into her mouth hungrily. In the process of it, she had consumed too much at a time and it stuck in her throat, making it difficult to swallow. She threw th

I didn't know if I'd be able to get it down without retching. "I mean, it's natural, right? It's our kryptonite. We're going to be averse to it. Maybe you can put it in a smoothie or something to help get it down. We didn't even have the option. They'd just whip us if we didn’t drink it or threw it up." Blake shrugged. "I still can't decide if swallowing that shit or getting whipped was worse. I never threw up, so I can't say for sure." "Fuck, bro. And you did this shit for four years?"

… “The part of the dish is not finished yet, sit on it and try to eat it.” Jenny pulled on her already limp legs, both afraid and looking forward to the second time she sat up. "Um…” There was a piece of glue stuck between her thighs, all of which was male semen. When swallowed, the mucosa and foreign body, with the help of fluid, smoothly slide in, producing a mysterious lewd sound. “Hurry up a bit! Stop being stupid and slow!” “Ah ah… Don't be so hasty… Oh… That's hurt!"