I didn’t record all of my encounters, but I made a point of always doing so (with consent) when I saw a wedding ring on a finger, and there were a lot of those.
Married men were particularly fun because their guilt made them often very pliable, and I would often get a chance to deep-throat them, holding their necks like I was choking the life out of them and feeling my balls slamming on their faces and my cock making their neck swell with its thickness.
And I never gave them a choice of whether or not to swallow, always coming when I was lodged deep in their throat and letting them feel all that hot jizz gushing straight into their stomachs.
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