Your hips shot up when you felt her hum, the vibrations traveling through her throat and tongue to massage your rod in a manner you honestly had no comparison for. The force of your motion actually lifted Chrysalis' head off your cock, freeing half of the pole. As your hips came back down, gravity pulled Chrysalis with you, driving her head down in another deep thrust, striking the back of her throat so that she'd gag, the muscles constricting around your manhood while releasing a gush of saliva that escaped her mouth, slathering your balls in the hot spit.