My cock ripped free from Emily's gagging throat with a wet, violent SCHLORP, her lips stretched obscenely around the mushroom head before it popped out with a filthy sound.
She hacked and wheezed, "NGHHH—! FUUUCK—! MY THROAT'S ON FIRE—!", her mascara running like black rivers down her whore-face, her voice raw from taking my entire length like the worthless cocksleeve she was.
Her tits heaved, her nipples diamond-hard, her fishnets clinging to her sweat-slicked skin like a second layer of filth. But I wasn't fucking done with this cum-hungry bitch yet.
"STRETCH THAT FUCKING MOUTH WIDE, SLUT," I roared, my fingers digging into her cheeks so hard I left bruises, "OR I'LL RIP YOUR JAW OFF AND FUCK THE HOLE!" She whimpered,
"Y-YES, MASTER—! PLEASE!", her tongue flopping out like a dog in heat, her eyes wide with terror and sick, pathetic need.
I stroked my cock, aiming right at her disgusting face—"YOU'RE GONNA WEAR THIS LOAD, CUM-DUMPSTER,"—and unleashed hell.
SPLAT.
