Omega Erotica: Vol. II — The Throat Is a Portal

This isn’t porn. This is remembrance—through the throat.

There are no words in the beginning.

Only sound.
Only breath.
Only his pulse trying to match mine—
but failing.

Because mine is ancient.
Mine is tuned.
Mine doesn’t wait for him to catch up.

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I took his cock like I had been training lifetimes for it.