Ciri can’t fight back, gets face fucked (MF, Oral, Ncon)

She tried to bite down on his digit but she couldn’t find the strength. Her lips barely closed around him. Her entire body felt numb, her muscles weak and loose, as if she had just finished a week's worth of training exercises.

Ahmet grin widened. "Good," and he stood.

He pulled himself from his robe, and Ciri's eyes widened at the large thick cock before her. Her eyes followed his hand as he rolled his hand up and down his shaft.

Ciri turned her head away but he grabbed her twisting his hand in her hair and forcing her to face him. The head of his cock pressed up against her lips, smearing precum against her mouth before sliding across her cheek, he rubbed his shaft against her face until his balls pressed against her chin.

The scent of him was overwhelming, as well as the heat of his thick cock laying across her face. She grimaced, and blushed with humiliation, helpless as this man rubbed his member across her face as if he was marking her as his.

"There's no need to fight Ciri," he pulled back, dragging his shaft across her cheek before pressing himself against her lips once again. This time she hadn't the strength to keep her jaw shut and he **** himself into her warm wet mouth.

Ciri gasped, then gagged, her tongue thrashed weakly against him making him groan, he stopped, letting only a few inches rest in her cheek. Her eyes watered as she looked up at the grinning fuck.

She would kill him, cut his head off and feed him and his guard to drowners.

Ahmet rested his hands on her head holding her still. Not that it mattered, Ciri could barely summon the strength to keep herself upright let alone fight against him. Her eyes rolled back and she gagged again. The cock in her mouth pressed against the inside of her cheek, bulging out with each of his slow movements.

"That's a good little whore," Ahmet groaned as his hands wandered down her chest cupping her breasts.

Whatever he had spiked her drink must have been strong as Ciri barely had the energy to lift her arms up and press them against Ahmet's legs.

"There's no need to fight my Princess," Ahmet said as his hand drifted back up to Ciri, he held her chin and one hand went behind her back as he guided her head over his cock. "That's it," he groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Ciri's tongue press against the sensitive underside of his cock.

Ciri couldn't stop herself, gut reaction made her tongue push against the invading member, trying to **** him from her mouth. But all it did was pleasure the **** as he moved faster.

Ciri gagged, and drool dripped down the side of her mouth.

"That's it," Ahmet groaned, his grip on the back of Ciri's head getting tighter as he began to move faster. He pulled his cock back, forcing it down her throat. Again Ciri gagged, gurgling around his member.

Spit and precum coughed up from her throat, escaping around Ahmet's cock to drip from her lips onto her chin. Her body convulsed and she could feel tears pool in her eyes as she sat there helplessly.

Ciri's fingers dug into his thighs as with one thrust Ahmet buried himself deeply into the back of her throat and emptied himself into her stomach. Her eyes went wide in shock as he held himself there blocking her windpipe as he squirted his seed into her gullet before pulling back.

"Ahh," Ciri gasped before coughing cum on her lips. Without his support her body slumped forward only for Ahmet to catch her, his hands grabbed her head bending her neck back. His cock pushed against her face, rubbing against her lips and then cheek. Another spurt of cum erupted from him, painting her face with the creamy liquid, leaving her cheek and nose streaked with his seed.

Then he let her go, Ciri barely managed to catch herself, barely managed to stop herself from falling off the sofa in a boneless helpless heap.