Clemente finally snaps

THE SINFUL THROAT

Clemente’s fingers twisted tighter in Talia’s raven hair, his knuckles whitening as he yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her storm-grey eyes were glassy, her lips swollen and spit-slick, her throat working around the thick intrusion of his cock. A thin strand of saliva stretched between her lower lip and his shaft, glistening in the dim light of Vasudeva’s studio.

"I can’t believe… Y-You are so hard for your dad's wife," she slurred, her Russian accent thick with mockery even as her body trembled with need.

Clemente’s jaw clenched.

Then he slammed forward.

Talia’s eyes bulged, the Russian beauty's throatpussy convulsing as he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock kissing the tight ring of her esophagus.

"HMMMPH!!"

Her fingers scrabbled at his thighs, her nails leaving red crescents in their wake, but he didn’t let up. He pulled back just enough to let her gasp—

—then shoved back in, his manly hips pistoning in and out, his balls slapping against her chin.

"GLOCK!!" Talia gagged, the pale vixen's slender body jerking as he pushed her down all the way to the base, tears springing to her eyes.

Clemente grinned, a feral, unhinged thing. "You wanted this," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You fucking begged for it."

Talia’s response was cut off as he yanked her head forward, forcing her to take him deeper, her nose pressing into the coarse hair at his base. Her throat fluttered around him, her gag reflex kicking in, but he didn’t care. He pounded into her, his thrusts brutal, punishing, the wet, obscene sounds of her **** filling the room.

Vasudeva watched, his crimson eyes gleaming, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass.

"Huu... F-fuck, harder, limp dick," Talia gasped when he let her up for air, her smoky contralto wrecked, the pale beauty’s luscious red lips swollen. "What a naught—"

HMMPH!

Clemente cut her off, his cock plunging back into her throat, his fingers tightening in her hair hard enough to hurt.

Talia shuddered, her body arching, her cunt dripping onto Vasudeva’s carpet. Her fingers flew to her own hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she squirmed, her thighs clamping together.

"Your dad used to fuck me harder than—" she choked out, her voice breaking.

Clemente snarled, his hips snapping forward, his cock bulging her throat.

"W-Wait, stop!" Talia wailed, the slender beauty’s curves convulsing.

But Clemente didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

His balls drew up, his release coiling in his gut, his vision whiting out at the edges.

"F-Fuuuck!!" Talia screamed, her voice garbled around his cock. "Y-YES, HARDER!!"

Her cunt clenched, her thighs shaking, her juices gushing onto the floor as she squirted, her body collapsing forward.

Clemente roared, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down her throat.

Talia gagged, her throat working, her lips sealed around him as she swallowed, her storm-grey eyes rolling back.

Vasudeva smiled.

Perfect.