Mea Vulva, Mea Maxima Vulva

He uses his bare hand to scoop up a big chunk of cake, his fingers smeared with chocolate cream.

"Open." I shake my head, panic mounting inside me. He sighs. He reaches around and winds my hair around his fist, forcing me to look at him. His open hand smacks my face, squishing cake against my cheek. He starts to punch me repeatedly, his fist making contact with my jaw.

"Good. Girls. Swallow." Each word is emphasised by another brain shattering blow. He releases me and I force my mouth to open, fighting against the dull ache in my bruised jaw.

He smiles at me and grabs another slab of cake. He rams it into my mouth and I try to chew as quickly as I can. Just as I manage to gulp it down he's forcing another fistful of cake into my mouth, then a third, and a fourth. I can't breathe. I stare at him wildly, starting to cough and choke when I accidently inhale sickly crumbs.

"Fucking swallow it." He stands up and shoves more cake into my mouth, then leans forward and tries to ram his dick down my throat. I'm struggling like a wild animal, trying desperately to swallow.

He fucks my mouth hard, only pausing to fill my mouth with more cream and sponge, ignoring the useless tears streaming down my messy cheeks.

He throws me down in disgust and I sob into the floor, clutching my sore, aching, swollen belly. I listen to him finish himself off, afraid to look at him.

He kneels beside me and forces his cock into my mouth again, knowing full well I'm too broken to resist. He climaxes into my mouth, and automatically I gulp it down.