He pushed her back down.
The braid pulling her forward, her mouth opening on instinct — the throat that had just been emptied receiving him again, the walls closing around the shaft with the immediate, trained tightness of tissue that has already been stretched to this shape and remembers it.
SHLRCH— SHLRCH— PHACK—
"Glmph~!! MMNNGH~!! Gkh~!!"
The 'phack' at the end — his pelvis meeting her face, the full-depth seal of his cock hitting the bottom of her throat and his hips finding her nose and the bridge of it pressing flat against his abs.
Her eyes.
Completely white.
The irises gone, the lashes wet and clumped, the tears running freely from the closed-shut lids, the full aheago expression of a face that has twelve inches of cock pressed all the way past its back wall.
SHLRCH— SHLRCH— SHLRCH—
"Gkh~!! Glmph~!! MMNNGH~!! Gkh~!! Mmngh~!!"
Her hands on his hips.
