Deep Throat Debbie : Can You Last Seven Minutes in Heaven?

Deep Throat Debbie.

She’s not your average girl. Spending her days solo, an independent woman, to say the least, she navigates what her nights will entail. A trip downtown? Maybe a local dive. Her mood changes in an instant. Always searching for her match, she has become restless with the time suck that is this process. No man has yet to fulfill her requirements, and the list is short! Number one on the list is to have a big cock, two, know how to use it, and three, don’t blow your load before she says to. It seems like an easy enough task. Does it not?  Everyone thinks they can handle her. The problem is that no one is prepared for the trip down the mouth of Deep Throat Debbie.

Debbie Was Cursed With Many Downers.

Both literally, and figuratively. You see, the only problem with scoping the bar scene is that you’re bound to get a few drunk dicks along the way. Sometimes the guy is just a dick who doesn’t deserve a happy ending. Sometimes he’s nice enough but nervously drinks the entire bar after she invites him back to hers, inevitably doomed to have a cock that just won’t rock. Deep Throat Debbie was a gifted chick. She deserved the finer cocks in life. A cock that could withhold the drunken tests of time. A cock that could last her infamous seven minutes in heaven. “Let’s go 2023! Let’s see what you’ve got.” She said,  amping herself up and stepping into her uber at the Stroke of Midnight.

Deep Throat Debbie Walks into a Bar.

Heads turn as she walks through the door. She scans one side of the room. “No, no, no, maybe, no, no, no! “None of these guys spark joy!” A firm believer in Marie Kondo’ing everything, she used that mantra for men too. Then much to her surprise…”Well, what do we have here?” She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. He had a certain Je nais sais quoi. “Oh!” She thought to herself. “It must be that beautiful big dick energy.” She grabbed a seat next to him at the bar and thought “Let’s give it a go.” He looked up with a confident smile, (BDE, CHECK!) and introduced himself. “Hey, I’m D.”  Happy with the night’s start she gladly introduced herself as well. “Debbie, a pleasure to meet you.”

A Few Drinks Later…

Deep Throat Debbie informed her new stud of her secret talent and invited him back home. After hearing all the rules, he said he was up for the challenge, and moreover, that he would not disappoint. Once back at her place, they did some light kissing and then got down to biznaz. She unzipped his pants and a glow surrounded his cock as if she just opened heaven’s gates. “This must be what was in the suitcase in Pulp Fiction!” Then, in one swift movement, she swallowed all thirteen inches of his cock. His eyes pinched closed, his mouth widened, and her fear of a quick ending began. But luckily his eyes opened once again and began a gaze of ferocious concentration.

Deep Throat Debbie Looked at her Apple Watch.

He was making good time.  Coming up on seven minutes, she slapped his ass like in a locker room. A way of saying…you got this, because Debbie could not use her words. She also noticed she had already burned 200 calories, a real win-win. Only thirty seconds remaining. Did D with the Big D have what it takes to master the art of not coming quite yet along with all of Debbie with the double d’s other cock sucking parameters??? There’s only one way to find out.

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