A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne's face and series of shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne's struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and stood back watching in delight.
Daphne, standing in the middle of the room, free except for the neck truss, arms still tied tightly up in her back, bent forward at the waist and heaved. As Jeff and I looked on, stunned, her knees buckled and a torrent of thick cum shot back up from her spasming stomach, rocketing out her throat tube into the back of the cloth ball. She almost fell over backwards from the force, but managed to stay on her feet. Almost half of the wad ballooned out of her lips from the force of the jolting liquid. I though it was going to be blown out of her, but it was sucked back into
Daphne's mouth like it was being pulled in with a vacuum cleaner.
As Linda stood looking on with unrestrained joy, Daphne's throat convulsed again. She gulped the gooey mixture of her own and my cum back down the tunnel and stood, bent slightly, breathing with relief, when the next shock wave took her off her feet.