Alberto Bers

last night, because the thought of the way it really tasted to her was enough to make her puke, usually. When she heard him grunt, the low guttural tones that signaled his impending orgasm, she moved her head back up and just held the head in her mouth as it began spasming. Her mouth flooded with his hot, sticky come, and indeed, it really did taste good, just the way it had last night, while she was wearing the Collar. He could see her obvious delight as she swallowed down his seed without the look of disgust she usually got when he came in