[Other than when he actually pulls out enough to thrust back into her mouth again, she can't tell or taste it yet. Ah, there it is, the drips of slickness that beads out, trailing on her tongue where it mixes together with her saliva so that the flavour lingers now that he fucks her mouth again, his grunts ringing through her mind once she gets those nails digging deep. She wants to mark him, the only thing she can do now that he's managed to overwhelm her.
No one overwhelms her unless she allows it, and when she does, she expects to be entirely swept away. He does this, knowing that he's able to, and takes her because he can, and she feels it in the back of her throat as his cock hits it, each time her groans getting louder and more muffled.
It's hot and hard as he fills her mouth, throbbing like how her chest beats so wildly she could hear it hammering in her head. It's exciting, just so like seeing him between her legs, that even in reverse she could feel herself so turned on she's getting wet again. To think, he could take her again like this, wild without abandon, push her down until she could walk no more. Or shall she turn it against him? Walk all over him, remind him again that she only let him do this, that he could think of only herself? Ah, she looks up at him wistfully, and rakes her perfect nails right down his sensitive skin.]
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No one overwhelms her unless she allows it, and when she does, she expects to be entirely swept away. He does this, knowing that he's able to, and takes her because he can, and she feels it in the back of her throat as his cock hits it, each time her groans getting louder and more muffled.
It's hot and hard as he fills her mouth, throbbing like how her chest beats so wildly she could hear it hammering in her head. It's exciting, just so like seeing him between her legs, that even in reverse she could feel herself so turned on she's getting wet again. To think, he could take her again like this, wild without abandon, push her down until she could walk no more. Or shall she turn it against him? Walk all over him, remind him again that she only let him do this, that he could think of only herself? Ah, she looks up at him wistfully, and rakes her perfect nails right down his sensitive skin.]