He pressed deeper.
The head reached her throat. She gagged — once, sharp, her eyes watering — and he held there, letting her body learn the pressure, until the reflex subsided and the passage accepted the dome of his head with a convulsive, wet swallow.
Her throat bulged.
From the outside, the outline of his cockhead was visible through the skin of her neck — the same impossible, wrong-looking dome that appeared in a belly, now appearing in a young woman's throat as he drove deeper and her eyes rolled and her hands gripped his thighs with white-knuckled desperation.
"MMMPPH~!! GLKK~!! HMMMPH~!!"
The sounds were wet and continuous and entirely unlike anything she had produced with her mouth before today.
PAH PAH! PHACCK!
Her whole head moved with each thrust, her dark hair swinging, tears running freely from her wide eyes and dripping from her chin, the throat-bulge tracking with each drive of his hips, her small tits trembling with the force of each impact.
