"Come on, I'm just a little guy, right? It's my membership debut dayyy."

You ignore the hand Magni raises, curved to form half of a heart for you to complete. Before the nervous smile falls from his face, you cup the back of his head and pull his mouth onto your dick.

It's not the tightest fit, not when his lips are still trying to form words rather than a snug seal around your shaft. But the feeling of this throat tight around the head of your dick, forcing his gullet to spread around your girth, more than makes up for his noncompliance.

The noises he makes while you make him deepthroat you jump up and down in pitch. His frantic shrieks could almost break glass. The more Magni panics, the more he gasps as you fuck the breath right out of his lungs. His hands push at your thighs, but soon fall limp, as does his glove cloak. Letting you fuck his face becomes the only thing Magni can do if he wants to stay conscious, his panting warm and wet on your cock as his gasping gives way to smaller groans of pain and exertion.

But that won't do. You seize Magni's bangs in your fist, exposing the streak of purple cutting down across a golden eye that widens before you yank his head into your groin. He retches as you bottom out in his throat, forcing you to grab the back of his head and push him back down before he can recoil too far. Drool splatters between your thighs as he sputters for air.