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Oh Lord! He’s massive. Throbbing, hard, and silky.

I find myself short of breath already, vision tunneling when he holds my head still and pushes the first piercing of his ladder against my tongue.

“Breathe, Twinkle,” he groans, cursing under his breath. “Such a hot fuckhole. Your mouth was made to suck cock, little slave.”

“Mmm.” My voice is garbled as I struggle with his size.

“Don’t choke yet,” he barks. “I’m not even halfway in. We’re not leaving until you take me to the back of your little throat.”

My nails dig into my wrists as I focus on breathing through my nose.

Withdrawing once, my saliva stretches in a thin rope between his cockhead and my lips. Hooking a finger into the inside of both my cheeks, he savagely thrusts back in.

He.

Keeps.

Going.

One by one, his piercings and slippery shaft fill my mouth, past my gag reflex and to my throat. I shift restlessly on my knees and I’m destroyed from electric sensations everywhere at once. As vowed, he owns every single hole I have.

My ass is plugged.

My pussy is throbbing around a fake cock.

And my mouth is being brutally fucked by his dick.

Just as I’m dancing between the fine line of enjoying this and passing out, he hurtles my body into another shocking sensation.

The dildo deep inside my walls vibrates, sending erotic sparks to my clit.

“Mhmmm,” I moan, shuddering with my eyes closed.

“You’re going to come with me,” he rasps, slamming his cock deep with his balls slapping against my chin.

“King,” I sob, when he pulls out.

I’m only given a short reprieve before he’s deep throating me again, his grip the only anchor keeping me upright. Trapping me between his feet on the outside of my knees, he bobs my mouth on his pulsing hard-on.

Tears and drool and mascara run down my face.

Dripping down to my breasts that are hanging out.

His thrusts, causing them to bounce.

“Do you like my taste, hmm? Gonna swallow my seed?”

My jaw aches, yet I keep moaning like a wanton slut. I take his ruthless pace, choking and gasping on his length.

It drives him wild.

“Every time you pushed me away and acted like a bitch on our first date, I wanted to do this,” he confesses, upping the speed of the vibrator. “Take you in the restroom, push you down on your knees, and fuck your bratty little mouth.” Lodging himself deep, his lips curl in a dirty smirk. “You probably would’ve gotten off on it.”

His smug taunt ignites a sharp ache in my pussy.

“I’m going to take it all out on your cunt while you beg for forgiveness.”

The ache twists into an intense pressure.