Jackson wants to prove his worth the only way he knows how: by gagging on my cock until he can’t breathe. This desperate loser begs for the chance to worship my strap-on. His eyes say it all—needy, pathetic, and so eager to please. I tease him, letting the anticipation build, making him earn every inch. I make him beg for the privilege to gag on it, over and over, until his eyes water and his throat strains. No mercy, no comfort. He’s not a man. He’s just a hole for my pleasure.
