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pare energy to push the come out at
what felt like an enormous velocity. Cyril gagged, choked,
but held on until he had sucked down all of my man-juice.
Then I learned why, though he'd never made a sound up to
that instant, I felt him shudder as he bucked, thrashed, shot
his load into my mouth.
I pulled back so I could taste it. I wanted to taste my
crewmate's come.
Like round balls in the null gravity, the come sprayed
into me. I knew now why Cyril had gagged; the come was
spherical, and hard to swallow like that. It was like
swallowing whole grapes one after the other, with no room to
breathe.
But this was my buddy, my best friend. I swallowed it
hard and fast, and felt one errant glob splash against the
side of my mouth, coating my teeth. The come diminished to
smaller globes, and it was over.
I sucked at his cock, and felt the last glob slide down
my throat like a huge amoeba or something, crawling of its own
volition as it
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