oh, my agony

- I feel like most people generally agree that Andre would not fw anal.

- He'd be pretty against taking anything up the ass himself BUT BUT BUT. Listen to me. I feel like you could actually finesse him into it if you were reeeeeeaaally persistent about it.

- If anything, it'd be easier for you to convince him to let you peg him/fuck his ass than it would be to have him fuck yours. I think he'd be more open for it if you were amab, but he'd never do it without wearing a condom. He'd also be more open to let you fuck him if you had a dick, since if you're dating, that kinda just comes with the territory.

- It'd be far more difficult to get him to do any kind of ass stuff if you had a pussy, but getting him to do anal on you would be nearly impossible imo. He just wouldn't see the point, the front works just fine for the both of you, why switch it up?

- Most of his reservations when it comes to getting pegged do in part come from the potentially unhygienic aspects, but it's mainly because he thinks it's a little weird, and he doesn't wanna be submissive.

- But oh my god dude. By the time he'd finally cave and agree, he would be SOOOOO into it please please please trust me on this.

- He's usually pretty quiet and able to contain himself during sex, but when he's not in control for once, he let's it aaaaaaallll out. He'd try to keep it down in the beginning, mostly just letting out little surprised gasps and breathy groans, but by the time you hit his prostate, or really pick up the pace, it's all over.

- He'd keep his face in a pillow to muffle all the sounds he was making, but it wouldn't really do much. When he gets loud, he's LOUD. He'd be panting so hard, and letting out full-on moans and whimpers as he's arching his back into the mattress and gripping the fitted sheet like UUGGGGHHHHHHHJ I'M CLOSE

- He'd be loud as hell as he finished too. Like you'd have to check to make sure he didn't die on you. His voice would totally crack during that last moan, I just know it.

- Oh my god him riding the strap. I'm erect.

- Uhm. So. Moving on from that. When he jerks off, it's either kind of a spur of the moment thing, or something he thinks about all day until he gets the opportunity. Like, most of the time, he'll just be in his room doing whatever freak stuff he does in there, and something sexy would just cross his mind randomly, and then whoooops, his hands are down his pants, so crazy.

- When it's something he's been looking forward to, ouggh. As soon as he gets home, he's practically running up to his bedroom. Door locked, pants off, and straight up strokin that shit.

- It isn't very often that he jerks off, but he prefers to take his time whenever he does. He'd start out pretty fast when he first starts, especially when it's been something he's been thinking about, but he likes edging himself when he can. There's been plenty of times where he just needs to blow a load real quick though, like in the morning before he gets up, or while he's taking a shower.

- He has a sizable porno stash, but he mostly just goes through it when he's bored. Rarely does he actually use it to jerk off, and when he does, it's just because he saw the right thing at just the right time. But even then, he usually ends up discarding whatever he was looking at towards the end so he can focus on the feeling better.

- He's not really into degradation, regardless of whatever end it's coming from. If you're in the middle of it with him, he might call you a slut or whatever just out of impulse (porn-brained dork), but it doesn't really go any farther than a few choice words slipping out. If it were something you actively disliked and you told him that, he would stop immediately. That goes for pretty much anything you don't like.

- Being degraded doesn't bother him, per se, it just doesn't really do anything for him. It'd only be an issue for him if you started bringing up specifics while literally having sex. He'd just feel discouraged and turned off, like what's the point.

- However, he LOOOOVES praise. Literal dog boy bro.

- If he ever praises you, it's usually more of a subconscious thing unless it's during aftercare. Whether he kept doing it or not would hinge largely on your reaction to it. If you got all flustered about it, he'd totally go out of his way to do it more often. But if you didn't gaf, neither would he.

- When you praise him though, OUGH. Even in a non-sexual context, if you compliment in nearly any way or capacity, he WILL pop a rager bro.

Two cars were left alone in the parking lot. One was parked in front of the already closed fast food restaurant, but it belonged to one of the handful of employees that stayed inside to clean and close up, so they’d probably be leaving soon anyway.

The other car was Andre’s silver Pontiac, and it sat parked a bit away from the rest of the buildings in the lot, with the dim interior light illuminating the inside of the car as the couple in the front seat ate together.

You were seated on the passenger side next to Andre while he sat behind the steering wheel of his sedan, sipping on a Coke.

You held a small container of fries in your hands, nibbling on a couple at a time as you looked around the darkened parking lot outside through the window beside them.

“Can you give me one?”

The sudden question cut the silence in the car from the minutes prior. Or, the silence you would’ve had, were it not for the quiet radio playing some random song by The Doors from the default classic rock station it was always tuned to.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You handed Andre the cup and leaned your head back on the cold glass of the passenger door.

Andre took a small handful of the fries and glanced over at you with one of his eyebrows raised slightly in confusion. “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine”

Andre rolled his eyes and groaned as he set his food down in the cupholder of the center console. “Goddamnit.. What’s up? I’m not doing this all night.”

“Nothings ‘up’, I told you I was fine.”

“I said I wasn’t gonna do this tonight, so just tell me!”

You recoiled a bit as Andre raised his voice, but inevitably composed yourself and sighed, “It’s just.. It’s stupid, it’s not a big deal, really.”

“But it’s something?”

“Well, yeah, but.. I dunno, it’s just not.. I don’t wanna bug you with it.”

“You’re already bugging me, so you might as well just say it already.”

You slumped in your seat and stared up at the roof of the car. “Fine! Okay, I just.. I’m not saying this to.. Make you feel bad, or make you do something you don’t want to, but… Lately, I’ve just been wondering when, or… If you even want to, uh.. Like.. Do.. Anything.”

Andre tilted his head and squinted a bit in confusion, before something clicked in his head and a sly smirk crept across his lips as he began to snicker to himself. “Shit. And you’re telling me now? What, were you gonna offer to blow me in the Burger King parking lot or something?”

You felt your face go hot as you sat upright in the passenger seat and narrowed your eyes at the boy beside you. “You wanted me to tell you what was up, and that's it. It’s not like I was planning on even saying anything in the first place.”

“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t on your mind. Besides, don’t act like you were just keeping it all to yourself while you were sulking against the window and whining. ‘Oh, it’s nothing, Andre, it’s not a big deal, no need to worry!’” Andre pitched his voice up for his mocking imitation of you before continuing like normal. “You have to make me push and guess what’s wrong with you, y’can’t just be direct.”

You stayed silent, not having anything else to come back with. Partially because Andre wasn’t totally wrong in what he said, but mostly because you didn’t wanna spend the rest of your time together arguing late into the night.

Andre noticed your silence, and let out a quiet, begrudging sigh as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Listen, I’m.. I didn’t mean to.. Be a dick about it, or whatever, it’s just… I didn’t expect that. From you.”

“You didn’t expect me to wanna have sex with you?”

“No, not like that. Honestly, I guess I didn’t really expect you to want it at all. I just figured you didn’t think about it.”

That brought a smile to your face, reluctant as it was. “It’s hard to imagine me thinking about sex?”

“Sort of?? It’s not like you’re a slut or anything.”

“Oh, thanks,” you snorted.

“That’s not a bad thing!”

You chuckled and turned to face Andre better. “So.. Do you think about it at all?”

“Obviously,” Andre rolled his eyes. “I mean, it isn’t like I’m a pervert or whatever, but c’mon.”

“What about, like.. Us. Like, together. Do you ever think about me like that?”

Andre’s face reddened and he looked away as he folded his toned arms across his chest. “I… I guess? Sometimes, I dunno.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Jesus, I'm not… I told you, I don't know! It- It's just.. Random shit, I don't really stay on it for that long.”

Andre took in a deep breath and exhaled through his nose before continuing to speak in a much calmer tone. “It’s nothing, like.. Gross, I don't think. It's mostly kinda vague but, like I said, I don't really like to think about it for too long at a time.”

“Oh. Do you, like, feel bad about it or something?”

“I guess? But I think it's just ‘cause.. Y'know, you're a real person that I know in real life, and talk to every day. It's different than it would be with a celebrity, or someone like that. Even if we're dating and it's ‘allowed’.”

“Yeah.. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Do you feel bad about it?”

“Sort of. It's kind of for the same reason, but.. I don’t think it’s just because I actually know you. I mean, that is part of it, but.. Another part of me kinda feels bad about feeling that way at all.”

“Not that any of that stops you.”

“Of course not.”

The both of you shared a laugh together, snickering over the absurdity of the conversation. Or if anything, just how absurd it was that the two of you were discussing such topics so casually at all. Most conversations between you two were about school, new movies (and how shitty they were, if Andre did the talking), or your respective work lives. And yet here you were, pouring your hearts out about your thoughts and feelings about sex and intimacy like something out of a grueling Lifetime special, or subpar reality TV.

Silence filled the car once again, but it wasn't tense and uncomfortable like before. This time it felt more natural, more at ease, and it didn't seem detrimental to anything once that silence was finally broken

“So.. When you asked if I was gonna offer to.. Blow you in the car.. Would you actually be cool with that, or…?”

Andre faced you with a more serious expression, similar to what he usually had on his face. “Do you actually want to? Or are you just fucking with me?”

“I.. I kinda want to. But, only if you do too.”

Andre nodded without any question and immediately pushed his seat back, creating more leg room in front of him for you as he began to undo the buckle of his brown leather belt and unzip his jeans.

Despite being taken off guard by his sudden haste, you followed suit and stepped in front of the seat before kneeling down between Andre's knees. He'd already pushed his jeans down to his ankles, and seemed to be waiting for you to deal with his boxers.

You hooked your fingers inside of the waistband of his underwear and began to pull down, just before his manhood sprang forth. The head was already leaking with his anticipation, and that's when you'd noticed the wet spot on the front of the plaid fabric you'd been gripping in your hands.

You looked up at him with a playful smirk, stifling a giggle. “Excited?”

“Shut up..”

The desperation in Andre's voice betrayed the harshness of his words, causing him to come off as far more needy than he'd like to.

You stayed quiet like Andre had asked, a hint of a smile still ghosting your lips as you pulled his boxers the rest of the way down, letting them drop on top of his discarded pants.

For a moment, you just stared at him. This was the first time you'd actually seen a dick in person, and it felt crazy that all of this was even happening at all.

But unfortunately, your minute of stares and contemplation was a minute too long for Andre. “Well?? Aren't you gonna do something? You're the one who started this, don't wuss out now.”

You blinked up and apologized awkwardly, before slowly taking Andre's hardness into your mouth, and brushing your tongue across his tip.

Andre let out a hushed groan from the back of his throat at the unfamiliar sensation, gripping the seat below him tight. “Fuuuck… Keep.. Keep going..”

You happily obliged, taking as much of him as you could down your throat without gagging.

When you started bobbing your head on him, Andre began to thrust his hips forward, sloppily fucking your mouth as you held onto his thighs for balance.

As you took more of him in your mouth, the edges of your bottom front teeth grazed the underside of his cock, making him even more sensitive than he already was. He let a small, girly moan of pleasure spill from his lips, but quickly covered it up by clearing his throat afterwards.

After a while, Andre moved his left hand from the cushion of his seat to the back of your head, guiding his thrusts better with more precision.

“Shit… I’m so close, fuck.. Can.. Can I do it in your mouth..?”

You gave him a weak nod in response and coaxed him to finish faster by swirling your tongue all along the base of his cock.

Once he finally reached his peak, a series of unintelligible swears and quiet, breathy groans spilled from his lips as he finished inside your mouth.

You did your best to swallow it all, but a decent amount fell onto the matted floor of the car. Luckily though, Andre either didn't seem to notice, or was just too preoccupied at the moment to care about it.

You wiped any remaining fluids off of your mouth and chin after removing yourself from between his thighs. Andre's head was still thrown back against his headrest, so he kept on staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he let out soft, quivering breaths from his nose, and a gentle sigh from his mouth every so often in between. “Fuck.”

You stayed in your spot a while longer, looking up at Andre as his savory taste still lingered on your tongue. His dick was still out, and though it'd gone down significantly since the point where his underwear had been taken off only a few minutes prior, he hadn’t gone totally flaccid either.

A small grin found its way across your face as you watched Andre’s nearly exhausted form in the seat above you. “Took a lot out of you, huh? I mean, you were done in like, five minutes. I didn't even have to jerk you off first or anything.”

Your taunting words snapped Andre out of his short-lived afterglow, causing him to shoot an irritated glare your way. “It's not like I'm experienced with any of this shit, I can’t really help it! If anything, you should take it as a compliment. It means you.. I dunno, did a good job, right?”

Warmth spread across your cheeks and you shrugged. “Well, then.. I’m glad you think so.”

Andre bent over his lap and reached for the articles of clothing that pooled at his ankles, before stopping himself to look at you and smirk. “Wait. You haven’t even gotten undressed yet, huh?”

The thought never crossed your mind. Yeah, the catalyst for all of this happening was you bringing up the topic of sex in the first place. But you'd been so preoccupied in making sure Andre felt good, you managed to totally forget about actually having sex and getting a proper orgasm of your own. “Oh. Yeah, I.. Huh. I guess I forgot.”

You watched as Andre's cock began to harden once again, and smiled up at him, your eyes narrowed with a hint of challenge. “You wanna fix that?”

Andre chuckled and took his pants and underwear off from his ankles completely, along with his worn sneakers. He motioned for you to get closer, making you get up from your resting place and straddled his hips. He placed his hands on either side of your hips and looped his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans.

You wrapped your arms around Andre’s neck and placed kisses all along the side of his jaw while he sighed against your neck, before your mouths finally made contact.

Andre’s teeth occasionally grazed your bottom lip as you kissed, but they never gnashed or clanged against your own. Though the hunger in his kiss was obvious, it didn’t seem to outweigh the genuine passion and care that he put into it. This wasn’t necessarily unexpected from him, it just wasn’t his usual move whenever you did anything like this together. This time, it really felt like he was taking his time and savoring this moment with you.

You ground your hips against Andre's, and you felt his erection press against you as he began to tug on the hem of your jeans. You took your arms off from his neck and fumbled with the front button before pulling down the zipper below it, allowing him to pull the article down more effectively.

You pushed your underwear down to your knees before Andre had the chance, and hovered your now bare cunt only inches above his dick.

“Do you… Want me to ride you right here?”

Andre felt himself quiver at the suggestion, but quickly pulled himself back together. “Nah. You already got to do what you wanted earlier, I feel like I deserve to have some control for the rest of the night. Maybe next time, yeah?”

Your stomach fluttered in excitement and you nodded slowly. “Next time. Sure.” You paused. “So then… How do you wanna do this?”

Andre turned his head to the back seat, and gently pushed you off of his chest. “Get in the back seat.”

You didn't need to ask why. You did what you were told and sat on your knees in the wider back seat, and watched as Andre’s half-naked form climbed into the back to join you.

After holding you against the backseat door, Andre’s right hand caressed the skin beneath your shirt before creeping down to the spot between your thighs, but then pulled his hand back shortly after feeling the familiar wetness at your core.

The brunette bit back a smug grin upon feeling your arousal. “Now who’s excited, smartass?”

Sharp heat shot through your whole body at the combination of Andre’s teasing words, and the position he had you in. “Well.. Obviously… You already knew I’ve been wanting this for a while now..”

“Ha, no kidding. Maybe I was wrong afterall, huh? You’re definitely acting like a slut right now.”

You said nothing in protest, only adding more validity to the insult. Even so, you couldn’t dwell on it for long once Andre began to lay you down on the seat and settle his weight on top of you.

Your eyes widened as you felt Andre’s strong arms pin you down against the seat. “A.. Already..??”

“Uh, yeah? What’s a matter, weren’t you just talking about how badly you’ve been wanting this?”

“I know, I was, but… Shouldn’t there be like, foreplay before you just.. Put it in like that..?”

Andre rolled his eyes and scoffed. “God, you’re so dramatic. Look, you’ll be fine if I don’t finger you for a few minutes, alright? You’re not gonna die, especially not when you’re already that wet.”

“I.. Okay..”

Andre positioned the tip of his hardening cock at your already dripping entrance and looked back up at you, so his deep brown eyes met your own. “You ready?”

You nodded.

“Talk to me.”

“Yeah. Yes.”

Without another moment of hesitation, Andre pistoned his hips forward and into your soaked cunt. His eyes nearly rolled all the way to the back of his head as he sank into you and groaned. “Fu-fuck. Shit, holy fuck. Oh my god, so.. So fucking tight. Fuck.”

You let out a mouthful of unintelligible moans and whimpers as your body adjusted to the foreign feeling. Your arms instinctively went up to your face in order to cover your eyes in embarrassment, until Andre pulled your hands away and held them down against the nylon upholstery seat of his car.

“I.. Ah, fuck.. I want you to look at me when I'm doing this, keep your arms down. I don't wanna have to hold ‘em in place, understand?”

You forced a stiff nod as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the young man on top of you. “Y.. Y-yeah….”

Andre loosened his grip on your wrists, and his hands moved down your torso to hold either side of your hips, keeping you grounded as he pulled out slightly, before shoving all of himself back in and beginning to fuck into you at a steady pace.

“H-hah… You like that..?”

At that moment, you couldn’t speak. Even when you tried, all that came out of your mouth was a slew of whines, accompanied by an unintentionally high-pitched moan every now and again. Andre chuckled.

“Yeah.. Bet you do.. Fuckin’ love it, huh? Dirty whore, just.. Begging an’ gaggin’ for it, not even fifteen minutes ago..”

His hands caressed your sides up and down, even dug his nails into you when he ended up being more focused on chasing his own release. His hips moved at an almost inhuman rate, pistoning back and forth like it was nothing.

“A-Andreee….”

“Still talk, huh?”

“Andre, p-please…. Please slow down, it's too much, I.. Ngh, fuck!”

Andre laughed in his now breathless voice. “Hah.. I don't remember you being the one who called the shots here… You're under me right now, so you're either gonna… take what I give you, or.. M-mm… I can stop right now, and make sure you don't get to cum at all tonight.”

Both his words, and unrelenting speed and roughness nearly made you burst into tears right then and there, but instead, you just took a deep breath and stuck it out. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of Andre, especially during sex. Maybe if he had you from the back, it'd be a different story, but there was no chance of it happening while he was fucking you in missionary, as his eyes raked over your trembling body and pathetic expressions.

Soon enough, you began to feel that familiar tightness wind up tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips upwards to meet Andre's quick thrusts.

“A-Andre! Andre, fuck, I-I'm close, I'm so close, please!!”

Andre's thumbs squeezed down on either side of your waist and he nodded. “Yeah… Yeah, me too,” he grunted.

He removed his hands from your waist and intertwined them with your own, both of your sweat mingling together as your palms made hot contact.

“Fuck.. I wish I could cum in you so bad,” Andre mourned. “Where can I go? I-I don't care where, I just need to do it, please.”

“M-my stomach is fine…”

That wind-up finally snapped.

“Oh, fuck! D-Dre, I'm coming, I'm coming, a-ah!! Oh my god, oh my go-oooodd…”

Andre pulled out as soon as you gave him the okay, and came only inches above your entrance.

When you both finished, Andre collapsed on top of you, his arms still wrapped around your torso. Both of you were sweaty, panting messes, and the whole rest of Andre's car had been tainted with the scent of sex.

Your parents had work, plus you were old enough to handle yourself by now, weren't you? Getting your wisdom teeth removed was a natural step in your journey to adulthood, and your boyfriend Andre had agreed to come pick you up. What he did not expect was that you would be this out of it. You cried all the way home, yelling about there being things in your mouth and how you don't want anyone to know that you watch anime sometimes. It was amusing at first, then it became extremely irritating. When Andre parked in your driveway, he jumped out of the car and slammed the door, pacing a few times before he came around to get you. You were being insane. Was anesthesia really this powerful?

"You hate me!" You yelled—or tried to yell—hitting him with a weak arm. All this because he slammed a door?

"I don't hate you." Andre unbuckled your seatbelt and started grappling you out of the car. In this moment, he was more than glad you had hedges that blocked the view from your neighbors.

"Hate me—and there's- there's teeth in my mouth! I can't feel.. anything." You sniffled, being dragged to the door, "You're sooo strong."

When Andre finally got you inside, he was fed up. You pulled the gauze out of your mouth and threw them in the toilet, you tripped over a sock and cried, and now you were on the floor refusing to get in your bed.

Andre grabbed either of your arms, trying to pull you up. He said your name harshly. "Come on. Get in bed." He said through gritted teeth. You pressed your hands against his hips, pushing him away and saying you wouldn't in a confused slur of words. "Jesus Christ, just get up!"

Your fingers dug into his jeans. "You get up!" You hissed back. Your eyes were glossy, and when you talked a little blood found its way to the corners of your mouth. Andre couldn't help but enjoy the sight in front of him—you grovelling on the floor, pouty and loopy with your hands on him.

"I could get it up, for this." Andre's hand brushed the back of your head. It's not that he wanted to hurt you or anything, at least not too bad, but you looked really pretty down there. Maybe it was a bad joke to make—maybe he had said it too grimly, because you pulled away and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What..?"

He didn't like that. He didn't like that you seemed to expect such abuse from him. You were his partner, his love, and right now you were his responsibility. The hand that was on you threaded through your hair, pulling your head back slightly. "Oh, you're so pretty like this, aren't you?" He cooed your name in that mocking tone he used when you were being 'retarded.' He was pissed. "I bet you don't even know what's going on. Who am I? Who's dick are you sitting in front of?"

You were confused, but not completely out of it. You could barely feel the bottom half of your face, the dead weight making it as if your lips weren't yours. You stared up at him, your arms hanging down in your lap. "You're my boyfriend," you replied carefully, moving your hands to hold the back of his calves.

"Yeah, and you're not scared of your boyfriend, right?" His grip became tighter. It contrasted the lack of feeling in the lower half of your head, which almost felt good—but you were concerned more than anything.

"No..." you still carry that unsurity in your tone, the unsurity that sometimes blinds Andre with anger. He stares at you for a moment before cursing under his breath and letting go of your hair.

"You're fuckin' stupid." He grumbles, making you whine. He knows his face is red now, and since the start of this conversation his jeans have felt a little uncomfortable. He continued to mumble to himself, thinking it over. "...pissing me off ... always acting like ... have to pick you up..." You wait, surprisingly patient despite your current state, slowly leaning closer to his legs. Eventually he pushes you back by the shoulder, holding you in place. With a rough motion he undoes his belt, ripping at it only needing to use one hand. You're not sure what to think. When you shift in the floor, he barks your name, telling you to stay put as he squeezes his thumb into your collarbone. You wince and stop. He has to take his hand off you to actually get his pants off, ripping the button and zipper open in one aggressive motion. He kicks his pants off behind him clumsily, having to lean over and pull the waistband over his foot. You're watching in fearful fascination as he captures your face with a hand. His thumb digs into one cheek and his middle and ring the other. You can feel it slightly, a dull ache. A bit of blood runs down your bottom lip, forced into a squished position. Andre is grinning as he finally pulls down his boxers, already hard. "Don't be scared," he said as he squeezes your cheeks. That dull ache making itself known as you whined and tried to pull away. Andre's hand eases up, sliding down your throat and then exploring until it lands on your nape. "Open."

You don't know why you listen. He says you shouldn't be scared—you are. Your mouth hangs open, at least you're pretty sure it does because you can't exactly feel your lips or chin like you should. All you can feel is where his hand was and where your sutures are. A rush of warm runs down your spine as his fingers squeeze you. Andre groans, "I wish you were always this fuckin' easy," he says, rubbing his tip across your lips. The little bit of blood from earlier smearing against him and staining pink red. Something nags the back of your mind, telling you to mind future pain.

"Andre—" You try to speak, but he pushes himself into your mouth and stifles a weak moan, his head falling back. It feels weird, you can tell he's in your mouth but can't exactly feel what's happening. He twitches against your tongue and you feel a sharp pain shoot through the back of your mouth where you used to have extra teeth. "Ow!" you whine, not coherent with his cock in your mouth.

"Shut up." He snaps, slowly pulling back and then pushing forward as he holds you in place by the back of your neck. You can feel tears welling in your eyes, and when he looks down at you that familiar wicked smile creeps up his jaw. "Look at you, drooling all over my cock." He buries himself deeper this time, making you gag. "Fffuckin' whore." When he pulls back, almost all the way out, blood is smeared across the sides of his dick. He obviously likes it. You can't really cough or clear your throat, that shooting pain climbing up your teeth if you try. You're hyper aware of the feeling of your sutures against your molars. You guess that Andre isn't prepared to wait, your tears starting to fall down your face as he rams back in. "Oh, fuck," he groans, forcing you down by the neck as he moves forward in unison. Searing pain explodes in your mouth, and you claw at the skin of his legs trying to fight the hand on your neck. He practically growls in response, using both hands on the back of your head to keep you where he wants you. "—Bet you fuckin' like this. You like this, don't you?" He coos your name so sweetly that you almost can't believe he's brutalizing you this way. "You do." He continues to ramble through groans as he slams into your mouth and down your throat. Your throat feels like it's on fire, you're trying to breathe through your nose but barely can. "Ah- Ah, fuck I'm—" He slams into your throat, pressing your nose into his abdomen. He twitches in your mouth and spills directly down your throat. After a couple seconds of catching his breath he finally pulls back and lets you breathe. A dark pinkish mix of fluids covers his cock and dribbles down your numb chin. You're crying, hiding behind your hands. Your mouth feels raw and burning, the sensation of friction making your teeth ache. Andre is petting your head. You try to speak but it comes out strangled and incomprehensible.