I tied a black ribbon around my neck, just above Adam's apple, and I want you to see the movements of my throat as I swallow the ice-cold water. My prominent Adam's apple bounces up and down under the tightened ribbon. It snaps every time. As my larynx play in the rhythm of sips, you can hear them sliding down my throat, one by one. I enjoy the feeling of the cord on my big Adam's apple, and I like how they rub against each other. I moan with pleasure, occasionally caressing my muscular but elegant throat. Sometimes I swallow just the air, as I spread my shirt with my hands to make my throa... Show more