His hands moved to her scalp, delving into the mane of dark-red glossy hair. He stroked and caressed her locks, gathering them up in his fists, turning them into a pair of handles; aiming to control her movement. Pulling her up and then forcing her down, his d**k burrowing further into her throat. She was gagging on his c**k, her eyes streaming, her mascara running down her cheeks.
She choked on him, but held herself in place; wanting him to feel the muscles in her mouth and her neck, massaging and squeezing his prick. Then, as she began to feel dizzy, due to the lack of oxygen, he pulled her up by her hair. Strands of spittle stretched out between her lips and the tip of his hard flesh. She gasped, gulping for air, her eyes watering, her aching jaw wide open.
He leant forward and hawked
