Gluck… gluuuuck…

The dim warehouse light flickered coldly over Jenna Ortega’s face, her signature Wednesday Addams braids now disheveled, strands of dark hair sticking to her tear-soaked cheeks. Her pale gothic makeup was ruined — black eyeliner and mascara ran in thick, messy streaks down her flushed face, her deep brown eyes wide and glassy, lashes clumped together as fresh tears spilled over. Those famous full lips, painted a deep, morbid black, were stretched impossibly wide around the thick cock plunging into her throat, the corners of her mouth pulled taut and shiny with saliva.

Gluck… gluuuuck…

The thick shaft slid in slowly at first, savoring every inch. Her slender throat bulged visibly as it pushed deeper, the outline of the veined head clearly visible under her pale skin. Jenna’s eyes fluttered, rolling slightly as her gag reflex kicked in hard, her delicate nostrils flaring desperately for air. Her small tongue pressed flat and helpless beneath the heavy cock, tasting every salty inch.

Then the pace shifted — sudden, brutal, fast thrusts that made her head jerk back and forth violently. Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck! Wet, obscene **** sounds filled the air as he fucked her face harder, her bound hands twisting behind her back, the black lace cuffs of her torn Wednesday dress sleeves straining against the rope. The tight black dress clung to her petite body, the white collar ripped open to expose the tops of her small, perky breasts, nipples hardened into dark peaks from the overwhelming mix of panic and unwanted heat.

Her face was a picture of erotic ruin: eyebrows furrowed in helpless distress, those big, expressive brown eyes watering uncontrollably, pupils blown wide with dark arousal. Every slow, deliberate thrust let her feel every ridge and vein dragging along her tongue and throat walls, forcing wet gagging whimpers from her stuffed mouth. Then the speed would surge again — rapid, punishing pumps that made her **** violently, thick ropes of saliva and precum pouring from her stretched lips and dripping heavily onto her pale cleavage and the torn fabric of her dress.

Hrrrk… gluck-gluck-gluuuurk!

Her cheeks hollowed and puffed with each thrust, her throat convulsing and squeezing tightly around the invading cock. The alternating rhythm was merciless — slow and deep, making her feel every inch stretching her, then suddenly fast and savage, turning her face into a sloppy, drooling mess. Spit cascaded down her chin in long, shiny strands, soaking the front of her signature black dress until the material clung transparently to her heaving tits.

Jenna’s eyes crossed slightly from the lack of oxygen during the faster bursts, her expression one of pure overwhelmed submission — flushed cheeks, quivering lips, tears continuously streaming as her body betrayed her with a growing wetness between her thighs, the black thigh-high stockings damp where they met her soaked panties.

The slow, grinding thrusts made her whimper deep in her chest, feeling him throb against her tongue… then the fast, face-fucking rhythm returned, turning those whimpers into wet, frantic **** sounds as her pretty, gothic-painted face was used without mercy.