Death of the hero

Eventually, the lack of steady breathing got to her and she let out an involuntary cough. “Stop.” She ended her bobbing, but held his cock in her mouth at a point where she could breathe out of her nose. “Stand.” Minding her teeth, she lifted her lower half to her now un numb feet, keeping her body bent at the waist to keep her face level with his midsection. “Take it all.” With her neck no longer at an angle, she buried her face down his shaft. She could feel his cock head snake into the back of her mouth, winding down her throat. She had never taken anybody this far into her mouth before. She was silently praising the gods that she didn’t seem to have a gag reflex. Her lips quickly reached the end, with her nose pressed into his body. “Lick my balls.” She tried to open her mouth as wide as she could and slipped her tongue out of her mouth, tonguing at the man’s sack while he was still buried in her throat. Being this far down breathing wasn’t an option but she pushed on anyways, licking away as best she could. With no breath though, her vision began to blacken on the edges and her tongue movements slowed greatly. Rather than say anything to her though, he simply stepped back, pulling himself out of her. She dropped back to her knees, gasping for air.