The musky, masculine taste of his c**k flooded my senses as I wrapped my lips around it. My tongue swirled instinctively, stroking the sensitive underside and tasting the salty pre-c*m leaking from his tip. His c**k was huge and hot in my mouth, stretching my lips wide as I struggled to fit him in. But even as he made me choke on his thick meat, my own c**k throbbed with shameful arousal.
He grabbed my hair roughly, fingers tangling in the short strands as he pulled me forward. "Take it, cocksucker," he growled, pressing deeper until I felt him bump the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but he only chuckled darkly and pushed harder, forcing me to swallow around him.
The humiliation and degradation only fueled the fire in my veins. I could feel my face flushing red
