[ James tries the best he can to swallow, eyes screwed shut and little tears staining around his eyes at the strain to his throat. He lets out deep, choking noises with each thrust, all but crying when finally Peter pulls back just enough that he can manage to both breathe and swallow properly.
He does the best he can. A bit sticks to his tongue and lips, but eventually he has to break away, coughing to clear his throat from the remnants still threatening to go down the wrong pipe, in his eagerness to breathe in again.
But he does as told, anyway, licking his own lips clean and lapping up Peter's softening length, swallowing every last bit down as he glances up at Peter with a lewd smile. ]
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He does the best he can. A bit sticks to his tongue and lips, but eventually he has to break away, coughing to clear his throat from the remnants still threatening to go down the wrong pipe, in his eagerness to breathe in again.
But he does as told, anyway, licking his own lips clean and lapping up Peter's softening length, swallowing every last bit down as he glances up at Peter with a lewd smile. ]