At first, she felt tantalized, a bit uncertain of what to do, yet tingling down there. For some inexplicable reason, next she hallucinated that the sizable phallos was a mic with honey dripping down on it. She started to humm a sung as her mouth stuck to the honeypot. But her daydream was soon over, as her dominus also started to roll by his song. He took off his shirt, wrapped around the back of her head as she knelt in front of the "mic" and with one solid pull, flattened her throat with a bulging cock horizontally disappearing in it. From that day on, she knew her body even better. She knew the point and recognized the inner popping sound, when the cocks' heads tipped over that point, beyond which gag reflex did not exist anymore.