I lift the dripping mango to my lips and slide a large, unchewed piece into my mouth. I tilt my head back, feeling the skin of my neck stretch tight as my veins bulge and pulse with sudden intensity, mapping out my throat in thick, corded lines.
I swallow the piecew whole, and the sound is immediate—a deep, wet thud and a visceral gurgle echoing from deep inside. My neck muscles strain visibly, rippling under the skin with the immense effort of the task. When I open my mouth wide, my throat stays open and exposed; you can see the golden mass sliding slowly down the glistening, rhythmic tunnel of my gullet. I encourage you to cum...
One by one, I push the pieces down. Each swallow is incredibly loud, a primal symphony of suction and straining muscle. My neck remains tense and marked by those heavy veins as I focus on every powerful, noisy gulp.
My wide open throat is ready to receive your warm amount of milk.
