He thrust deeper.
Three inches. Four. The shaft dragging across her tongue, the taste of her own ruined cunt and his cum flooding her senses.
"I'm not better than those men," he said.
He pulled back. Then drove forward.
PAH—
Five inches. Six. Hitting her throat.
"HNNNGH—MMPH—"
Her eyes went wide. Her throat bulged around the girth, the skin of her neck stretching visibly around the intrusion. Her hands came up, pressing against his thighs, her fingers white.
"I'm worse," he said.
He began to fuck her mouth.
Not gentle. Not slow. The full, mechanical rhythm of a man using a hole to make a point. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock down her throat, her nose pressing against his lower abs, her lips stretched around the base.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
"MNNGH—HNNGH—GHHHK—"
