Can’t stop dripping cum thinking about him groping my throat as i sucked him off so he could feel it thrusting in and out. And the flames that appeared in his eyes as he started deliberately gagging me, his mouth slightly ajar. Just openly getting off on the sight of my gasping, drooling, panting, tear-stained face. Making it worse for me on purpose. Both of us getting off on that, but only me being humiliated for liking this degrading treatment.
Keep thinking about him laughing at how I kept bobbing my head and stuffing it back in my mouth despite my writhing and obvious discomfort. The way i tried to glare up at him but automatically make the most stupid, cock-drunk faces when I’m gagging. His smirk when i rolled my eyes at him calling me a faggot, bucking into my mouth just to humble me. Choking the brat right out of me until I’m a whining, incoherent mess. Because i am a faggot. Because I’m built to pleasure him like this, and my brain shuts off until I’m just a dumb, giggly, pliant set of holes. Deep down i know I’m happy to be struggling miserably around his cock, tears running all the way down my naked body. It’s my place.
Sometimes he’d pull most of the way out, I’d stick my tongue out, and he’d invade my mouth with his fingers. The tip of his cock still resting on my tongue, holding it open. And i felt so debased as i pliantly allowed him to play with my spit, to tug on my swollen, shiny lips, to take his sweet time exploring my mouth, and then to deviously shove his fingers down my throat. All while his eyes devour me.
I blush and feel my cunt flutter when he tells me I’m such a good little cocksucking bitchboy. He snickers when he sees I’ve made a puddle of cum on the floor, and that my untouched little tdick and cunt are as engorged and needy as possible- just from pleasuring him. He gropes and spanks my soaked pussy purely for his own amusement.
My jaw aches and my lips throb, reminding me of how i let him use my mouth so disrespectfully. I’m tonguing the bruises in my mouth. My voice is ragged and deep and obviously fucked out. My stomach is sick and my muscles are sore from all the heaving, pleasantly reminding me that my entire body is his fucktoy, not just my mouth. My entire body is covered in bruises and hickies and i reek of his cum. Everyone can see who i belong to. I can’t stop touching myself replaying this all in my head, subconsciously spreading my legs and sliding a hand through my hair just remembering it.
