She hit her knees the second he grabbed her hair. No warm-up, no teasing. He yanked her head back, slapped his thick cock across her cheek, and growled, “Open wide, slut.” Her mouth dropped instantly, tongue out, and he shoved straight in, driving past her lips until her nose mashed against his stomach. The first thrust made her gag hard, spit spraying around his shaft as he held her there, balls resting on her chin.
He didn’t ease up. He fucked her face like he owned it, hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes that forced her throat to stretch around every inch. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks while thick strings of saliva poured from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her tits. Every time she tried to pull back for air he tightened his grip and rammed deeper, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as her throat convulsed around him.
“Take it,” he snarled, pulling out just long enough to let her gasp before slamming back in. Her eyes rolled, throat bulging visibly with each thrust. Spit coated her chin, her neck, her heaving tits. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him grunt and fuck harder, using her mouth like a sloppy, warm hole built for his pleasure.
He switched angles, tilting her head so he could drive straight down her throat. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in, but she never pushed him away. She wanted it rougher. He obliged, pistoning faster until her whole body jerked with every thrust. Spit bubbled and ran down her neck in rivers. Her mascara was a mess, her face flushed red, eyes glassy and desperate.
When he finally pulled out, she coughed up thick ropes of saliva that spilled down her chest. He didn’t give her long.
He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and shoved back into her throat from above, the new angle letting him bottom out even deeper. Her legs kicked, toes curling as he used the leverage to pound her face mercilessly. Every thrust produced a wet, choking sound that only made him harder.
He reached down, pinched her nose shut, and held himself buried to the root. Her throat squeezed and fluttered around him, fighting for air while her body trembled. When he finally let her breathe she sucked in a ragged lungful, only for him to start thrusting again immediately, faster now, chasing his orgasm.
“Gonna flood that fucking throat,” he warned. She moaned in answer, sucking greedily whenever he gave her half a second. His balls tightened, cock swelling, and then he was coming in thick, heavy pulses straight down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest spilling out around his shaft and mixing with the spit already coating her.
He stayed buried until the last twitch, then slowly pulled free. She stayed on her knees, panting, face glazed with spit and cum, throat raw and used. He wiped his cock across her cheek, smearing the mess, and she licked her lips, already looking up at him with fresh hunger.
“Again?” she rasped, voice hoarse.
He grinned and grabbed her hair once more.
