I can sense the panic rising in your chest. I can feel your throat spasming around my cock, trying to reject me, trying to find a pocket of air that simply isnβt there. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, mixing with your drool slicking my shaft. Your hands flutter uselessly against my thighs, weak little taps begging for a break.
"I know you canβt breathe," I say as I slam into you again. "But that's not an excuse to stop sucking."
My fingers are tangled in your hair, gripping your skull like a vice, pinning you in place. You have no choice but to take it. Long, brutal strokes that bury me to the hilt, plugging your airway completely.
Your eyes are wide, terrified and glassy. I can see that hazy, floaty look of oxygen deprivation setting in. Youβre fading. Going limp in my hands, turning into a compliant little fuck doll.
I drive in deeper, harder, punishing you for trying to prioritize air when I need this release.
"I hope you understand," I pant, my hips snapping forward with a final, crushing weight. "I canβt stop now. Iβm just so close."
I hold you under, smothering your desperate gasps with my own pleasure, pumping rope after rope of hot cum down your throat while you fade away into the dark.
