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Inside, he pulled down his pants and I went down on him. I resisted the impulse to gag as I took in every inch of his meaty offering. His dick felt hot in my mouth, throbbing. It was unlike all other times. It was visceral, feral. There was an animalistic vitality about the act which was so rough, so chaotic, bordering on the savage. My heart was throbbing wildly, almost threatening to burst out off my ribs and I felt a high unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I rose up and grabbed him by his throat, my nails leaving deep imprints as future reminders. Then, yanking him by his red hair, I attacked his mouth. He turned me around, pushed me hard against the table top, and pulled down my pants. I had never bottomed before. I thought of telling him to stop, but the words didn’t leave my mouth. The fear of the unknown was all too exciting to be ignored. He lubricated his passage with his spit. It wasn’t nearly enough. As he pounded me, a spasm of pain shot through me. There was a hell of a lot more pain that pleasure, but it was still pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I found myself craving the next jab of pain. He turned me on my back, and raised my legs over his shoulders as he continued to pound me. I guess I must have been making quite the noise because he soon placed his hands on my mouth, probably to muffle my moans. But as he did so, I ran my tongue the length of his thumb and took it in my mouth. And then his index finger went in, and he grasped my to