His dick’s bigger than mine, longer and thicker, and while that pings the barest dredges of my competitive side, I channel it into relaxing my throat and taking all of him. That, coupled with the tingling, sparking sensation from the potion, has Thio’s head thunking back against the door. “Holy shit,” he whines, squirming, helplessly thrusting himself deeper into my mouth as his jaw gapes, fingers knotting in my hair, knocking my glasses askew.
