Paul takes my throat first.
Grabs my hair and yanks me up onto my knees, his c**k already pressing against my lips.
“You’ve been teasing us with this mouth too,” he says, pushing past my lips. “All those innocent smiles. All those times you licked your lips while we were watching.”
He doesn’t let me suck him – just holds my head still and f***s my face, using my throat like it’s just another hole. I gag around him, drool spilling down my chin, tears streaming from my eyes as he pushes too deep, holds too long, makes me choke on his c**k.
“That’s it,” he pants. “Take it. Take all of it.”
He f***s my throat until I’m dizzy from lack of air, until my vision is going spotty, until I’m making desperate sounds around his c**k that might be begging him to stop or begging him to keep going –
