Every sharp suck, every wet lick, every blunt thrust into her bruised throat drove her closer and closer to that terrifying precipice of pure pleasure and absolute humiliation. She simply didn't have the strength to fight it anymore.
She let out another muffled, wet scream—a drawn-out, vibrating moan that served as both a frantic plea for mercy and a desperate prayer for him to ruin her completely. The sound made him groan into her wetness, his tongue plunging inward with a renewed, ravenous hunger.
"HHnnnnhggghhh!! MMmmmfffhh—!"
She couldn't breathe—not enough.
Not with his cock down her throat.
Not with his mouth destroying her control.
His length filled her throat to capacity, feeling heavier and thicker than before, slick with her spit and his own leaking pre-cum. His dense balls rested heavy against her damp chin, a warm, suffocating weight she couldn't ignore.
Pah, pah, pah.
