Face-Fuck her

You tighten your grip in Rachel’s damp hair and rise slightly from the chair, forcing her head further down onto your thick cock. She lets out a panicked, muffled protest around your shaft, but you ignore it completely and start thrusting.

“That’s it… take it deeper,” you growl, holding her firmly in place as you push past her tongue and into the tight, wet heat of her throat. Her eyes water instantly. She gags hard, the sound wet and desperate, spit already dripping down her chin and onto her exposed tits, but you keep fucking her mouth with steady, powerful strokes.

Rachel’s small hands fly up to your thighs, pushing weakly against them, but you simply pin both wrists with your free hand and keep going. The wet, choking sounds fill the small apartment as you use her pretty face like a personal toy. Tears stream freely down her flushed cheeks. Her nose presses against your stomach with every deep thrust, her throat spasming and convulsing around your cock.

“Fuck… look at you,” you pant, slamming into her throat again and again. “College grad on her knees choking on landlord cock. This is how you pay rent from now on, Rachel. Get used to it.”

You pick up the pace, face-fucking her harder and deeper. Her gagging grows louder and more frantic, spit flying everywhere — coating her chin, her tits, your balls. You can feel her throat tightening and fluttering every time you bottom out. Her body jerks and twitches with each thrust, but she doesn’t truly fight you. She just takes it, eyes glassy and overflowing with tears of shame and lack of air.

You hold her there for long, brutal stretches, only pulling back just enough to let her suck in a desperate, ragged breath before burying yourself in her throat again. Thick strings of spit stretch between her swollen lips and your cock every time you withdraw. Her makeup is ruined, mascara running in black streaks down her face. She’s a complete mess, and it only makes you harder.

After several long minutes of using her mouth and throat, you finally pull back far enough for her to gasp and cough, a heavy rope of spit still connecting her lips to the head of your cock. She’s trembling, chest heaving, tears dripping onto her bare tits.

You look down at her with pure satisfaction.