1 Work in Abbey Death (Band)
Abbey gasped instinctively, prepared for the relief of air filling his lungs, only to be met with thin plastic being sucked into his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut, the plastic sticking to his tongue, the foul taste spreading across his tastebuds. He sputtered, spitting the plastic out of his mouth, the translucent bag sticking to his lipstick and spit coated lips. Even after practically choking on it, he still merely tightened the plastic bag around his head even more. At this point, he could already feel the blood rushing to his face - what little blood that wasn’t swirling in the tip of his painfully hard cock, that is.