I didn't hesitate this time, leaning in, mouth watering, I took him deep, lips stretching around the girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside.
"Mmmph... gluck... f**k, Daddy," I moaned around him, the sounds muffled but audible over the din. His hand forced my rhythm, bobbing me faster, saliva bubbling at the corners of my mouth. The fighters paused mid-round, glancing over, but no one stopped the show.
"That's it, deepthroat me like the public slut you are," he groaned, hips thrusting to meet my sucks, the leash pulling taut to arch my back.
Pre-c*m coated my tongue, salty and thick, as I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing around him to draw out his grunts. The humiliation was electric, hundreds of eyes on me, judging, lusting, but it made me harder, the thong tenting obscenely.
