Right at the exact moment he starts to come, the hand stroking him abandons its' work, reaches up, and wraps fast and dirty around his throat. It's gentle as can be, but there nonetheless, holding him down by the neck, in the air by the hips, trapped like that against the need to curl up against the orgasm, keeping him arched on display.
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Date: 2012-08-21 06:24 pm (UTC)