Helen
Marc’s grip in my hair tightened as his thrusts grew shorter and harder. He was losing that cold control, hips snapping forward as he f****d my throat with rough, urgent strokes. Spit poured down my chin in thick streams and soaked the front of my blouse until the fabric clung to my skin. My eyes watered continuously, mascara starting to streak down my cheeks in dark lines, but I kept my mouth open and took every thrust exactly the way he wanted. My jaw ached. My throat burned. Still I didn’t pull back.
“f**k— just like that,” he groaned, voice low and strained. “Don’t you dare pull away.”
I didn’t. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder even as I gagged around him. The wet, choking sounds filled the dark office—obscene, rhythmic, filthy. His c**k throbbed heavily on my tongue, th
