In retrospect, I knew it would happen eventually.  The stars aligned like some astral key in a lock that clicked just as my cockhead prodded her esophagus and she ejected food and beer only hours old down my shaft, off my balls, and into my half-removed jeans.  I felt bile and spit slide and pool, cooling and stinking and I could feel her body tighten like a drum with shame, like a dog that’s just shit on the floor in front of you.

Then I shoved her mouth back down over my cock until her lips touched my balls.