Michael's cock is a weapon of pleasure, and I'm his willing target. He holds my head steady, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes in, inch by inch. I choke, spit dripping, but Michael's encouraging words and firm grip keep me going. He picks up the pace, fucking my mouth with abandon, his heavy balls slapping against my chin. I'm a mess, drool and tears mixing, but the sight of Michael losing control, his body tensing, makes it all worth it. He pulls out, his cock pulsing, ropes of cum painting my face.