He stood, towering above her, c**k twitching inches from her lips.
She stared straight ahead.
Into the mirror.
She saw herself.
On her knees. Naked. Dirty. Tears welling. Mouth stretched. Drool dripping. A cockhead brushing against her tongue.
And she smiled.
He pressed the tip to her lips. Rubbed it slowly back and forth.
“You feel how fat that is?” he whispered. “That’s what’s about to break your f*****g face.”
He pushed forward.
Her mouth stretched.
He didn’t go slow.
He slid deeper. Deeper.
Until her lips hugged the base, her nose mashed into his stomach, and her throat bulged with the shape of his c**k.
She gagged.
He moaned.
“f**k, yes. That’s my throne. Take it. Hold it.”
He pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
Spit poured down her chin. Her eyes watered. Her
