Sable’s POV
His c**k fills my mouth and the thickness stretches my jaw to its limit. I taste the saltiness in his c*m and recoil.
He grips the rope around my throat and pulls me forward, feeding himself deeper until the headof his c**k hits the back of my throat. I gag so hard my body lurches.
He pulls back and pushes in again even deeper that the stale bread they fed us slaves an hour before almost jumps out of my stomach.
The rope controls my movement, dragging me onto his c**k at his pace, and my throat convulses around him. Spit floods my mouth and pours from the corners and drips onto the furs. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to breath.
I can’t let him use me like this. I can’t give up so easily.
I bite down hardon his c**k, enough to make him feel teeth through the thickness.
