Choke On Your Own Cum

In this bedroom scene, you edge me over and over, beginning with French smooches, then a handjob dear hubby, love the best handjob ever, then a gargle job dear spouse, love the best gargle job ever, then a nylon footjob dear spouse, love the best footjob ever, but no intercourse until you persuade me to sign a five million pound insurance policy, dual indemnity for accidental. Having signed, Now, Michael for the best hook-up in your life. Here you fuck me in various positions, but saying to me, Dont cum, not yet... not yet. Hold edge. Hold edge. Are you ready to explode? Cum in this glass. Scene 3: The Accident The next morning, we are both in bed still. Did you have fun last night Michael. The best sex of your life. Lets celebrate. Have a glass of champagne. Here you me hand a glass of champagne, into which you have slipped a drug. Oh Michael, you are paralyzed. It would be a most unfortunate accident if you were to choke on your own cum. Here pour the glass full of cum into a funnel, heading for my mouth Such a dangerous hobby, Michael, eating your own cum. Oh dear, your paralyzed muscles cannot handle the cum. You are choking, choking. With an empty glass in your hand, and traces of your cum in the glass. Too bad the drug is not detectible. Too bad I was in the next room and did not hear you. Goodbye Michael. The most rewarding marriage I ever had.