It seemed like a switch was flipped inside of Chrysalis, because she didn't just let your meat slab sit inside of her throat anymore, oh no. Apparently loving the rough treatment, Chrysalis pulled away, stopping only at the last possible moment, dropping down so that your tonsil tickler scraped her esophagus. She gagged once more, but not as much as she had previously, clearly getting adjusted to your penis violating her mouth, which was good considering she made it a point of just bouncing her head on your lap.