My knees were red from the carpet, jaw sore, and throat burning but I didn’t care.
He slapped his c**k against my face, the wet sound echoing through the room as he smeared the mix of my spit and his c*m over my lips.
"Open your mouth wider," he growled.
I obeyed instantly. My lips parted, tongue out, ready. He shoved himself deep, pushing past my resistance and hitting the back of my throat like he owned it.
I gagged—loud, messy.
He held my head still. "Take it. Every inch."
My eyes watered, spit dripping from my chin as he used my mouth like a toy. He didn’t thrust gently—he f****d my face. Fast. Cruel. Relentless.
I could barely breathe, but the wetness between my legs told another story. My p***y pulsed with every choke, soaking the inside of my thighs.
He pulled out just long
