"Ass-to-throat express service coming right up, Emperor," Georgien face-raped me with that conversational-dirty rhythm that always made me wetter, his hips snapping in controlled chaos, balls slapping my chin wetly. "Open that talented mouth wide right now and taste your own filthy hole fresh and raw on my throbbing meat straight from the source without any mercy."
I opened my mouth and took it into my mouth.
"How's that nasty, musky tang hitting your tongue back there, Majesty? Your pussy was just the tasty appetizer to get us going—this raw, gaping ass-fuck's the main course now, your velvet walls clenching down on my shaft like the hungriest, tightest fist I've ever had the privilege to bury in." He held my head steady, forcing eye contact as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Tears of pure ecstasy watered my eyes as I gagged and slurped around him, the bulge in my throat a hypnotic sight in the mirror across the room, my reflection a debauched emperor lost to lust.
