The wet, obscene sound of the impact echoed in the quiet room, raw and degrading, as his thick cock slid heavily along her tongue and pressed bluntly against the very back of her throat.
"Gghkk—!"
Lira gagged sharply, her hands flying to his solid thighs again—this time not with defiant fire, but with genuine panic. Her manicured nails dug into his skin. Her pale legs kicked uselessly against the tangled bedspread.
But he didn't stop his assault.
His brutal grip on her hair yanked her head forward into his punishing rhythm, forcefully making her take every single shallow, stretching thrust.
Glk—glk—glk.
"You had all that pretty venom in your mouth," he muttered darkly, his hips rocking forward with cruel, deliberate purpose. "All that self-righteous hate in your voice earlier, and now... look at you. Taking my cock like you were built for it."
"Ghhkkk! Hkkk—!"
