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Imagine, if you will, Fauna laying on top of you as she's done many times before, her meaty chub rooted deep inside your throat while she fiddles with your pp. She's pressed flat against your face most of the time, but will lift up slightly every now and again to let you breathe, though never too much nor too often, because you're playing a game you see, and since you're the one who is solely responsible for getting her that sweet release, she doesn't want to give you too much of an advantage by thrusting on her own. She's let you have free movement of your arms this time so you hook them around her thighs and frantically rub at the sweet spot up her butt as that's really the only thing you can get your fingers on. It's slow going but you can feel her gradually growing larger in your throat, slowly making it more and more difficult to catch your breath. Meanwhile you're viscerally aware that her own fingers are bringing you ever closer to the edge and if you spill before her... well that's game over and she's only hinted at the terrible fate that awaits you then. For now she's playing fair and going slow, you just hope she doesn't have a sudden spark of mischievousness and decide to just finish you off instantly.
