Sarah dropped to her knees the second the hotel door clicked shut. She had been staring at Marcus’s bulge all night, and now she wanted it raw. He unzipped without a word, pulled out that thick black cock, and slapped it across her face. It was heavy, veined, and already half-hard.
“Open,” he said.
She opened wide. He pushed the head past her lips and kept going. No teasing. He fed her the whole length in one slow thrust until her nose pressed against his stomach and her throat stretched around the girth. She gagged hard, spit pouring down her chin, but she didn’t pull back. Marcus grabbed her hair with both hands and started fucking her throat in steady, deep strokes.
Each thrust made wet, choking sounds fill the room. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Her eyes watered and mascara ran, but she kept her hands on his thighs and took it. Saliva coated his cock and dripped onto her tits. Every time he bottomed out she swallowed around him, throat squeezing tight.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. “White girl throat taking black cock like it was made for it.”
He sped up. Harder. Faster.
His balls slapped her chin. She gagged and retched but stayed locked on, letting him use her mouth like a hole. Thick strings of spit hung from her lips every time he pulled out, then he slammed back in to the root. Her throat bulged visibly with each thrust.
Marcus held her head still and pumped deep, grinding against her face while she struggled to breathe through her nose. When he finally pulled out she gasped, spit and precum running down her chest, but she opened again right away. He shoved back in and resumed the relentless throat fucking.
She moaned around him, the vibration making him grunt. Her pussy was soaked; she could feel it dripping down her thighs. She didn’t touch herself. This was about her throat getting used. Marcus fucked it like he owned it, long strokes that made her gag every single time he hit bottom.
After several minutes he pulled out, let her suck in air, then flipped her onto her back on the bed. He straddled her face and fed his cock straight down again. From this angle he could drive even deeper. Her throat convulsed around him as he pumped. Spit flooded out around his shaft and ran into her hair.
“Take it,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Take every inch.”
He used her throat until his balls tightened. Then he pulled back just enough to shoot thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest spilling out the sides of her mouth. He kept his cock in her mouth while he finished, letting her suck the last drops out.
When he finally pulled free she lay there panting, face messy, throat sore and used. Marcus wiped his cock across her lips one more time, then slapped it lightly against her cheek.
“Next round in ten minutes,” he said. “You’re not done yet.”
Sarah licked her lips and nodded, already opening her mouth again.
