Fuck John throat

Heart racing and mind foggy from the potent ****, John can't resist the hooded man's command. He leans in, parting his lips, and takes the cock into his mouth. It's hot, hard, and tastes faintly of musk. The man's hand tightens in his hair as he starts to thrust, pushing John's head back and forth in a rhythm that matches the thumping bass of the music above. John's eyes water, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand, eager to please.

The sensation of the man's cock sliding in and out of his mouth is overwhelming, pushing all other thoughts away. The **** has taken over his body, turning him into a mindless servant of desire. His own cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, begging for release. He tries to ignore it, telling himself that this is just a means to an end. He has to find out what's happening to Janice, to the town. But the pleasure is too intense, too all-consuming.

The hooded man's grip on his hair tightens, and John can feel his cock swelling even more. He knows what's coming and he's powerless to stop it. The man however pull free of John mouth.

A wet pop fills the air as the hooded man pulls his cock out of John's mouth, a bead of precum connecting them for a brief moment before snapping away. John looks up at him with pleading eyes, **** for more, his body screaming for release.

"Why don't you taste more?" The hooded man pours more of the clear liquid **** over his fat cock. The man's cock was thick and veiny, a symbol of the power and control John now craved more than anything else. His mouth watered, his eyes glazed with need. He leans in again, eager to feel the man's girth fill his mouth once more.

John once again taste the addictive taste of the clear liquid, the **** making him more submissive with every passing second. The hooded man's cock fills his mouth, stretching his lips wide and hitting the back of his throat. He tries to relax, to take it all in, but it's too much. His eyes water, and he gags, but the hooded man doesn't relent. He holds John's head in place, using his other hand to stroke his own cock, the sounds of his pleasure echoing through the room.

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