Celia chuckled, making a mock-concerned little moan in her throat, feeling the rough clothing being worked down her gullet. Poor little creature! He seemed to have lost something! She gulped determinedly, excitedly now, her deft muscles shifting strangely, turning him carefully, until he was laying on his belly- and thus, she gently lifted his hips into her jaws. Mmmm...! She was reminded why she loved boyflesh just so much- she flicked her tongue teasingly against his naked flesh, tickling places she shouldn't tickle, taking in the distinctive, acrid taste, narrowing her eyes pleasurably as he wriggled in protest.<br/><br/>Now for her little trick. Her gullet muscles, involuntary, continued to pulse and pull him down; but she shut her mouth tightly around his body, preventing its passage. Delicately, now... She wriggled his hips to the entrance of her throat, positioning his cock in a certain groove in her muscle there. She chuckled ominously.