Grab a fist full of hair and shove her on your cock

You lunge at her, grabbing a fistful of her gorgeous blonde hair and yanking her head down in one brutal movement. Christina yelps, her blue eyes wide as she tries to jerk away, but you're already cramming your cock into her open mouth. For a moment, it seems like she wants to struggle, but then, whether out of surprise or some magic of Blowjob Universe, Christina’s jaw goes slack and your dick fills her mouth so fast her face distorts around it.

"Ohhhhhh yeah!" You moan. It's everything you ever wanted. The hot wet suction of her mouth, her tongue desperately trying to spit you out but just pleasuring you more, and that hopeless whimpering sound as you shove her further along your length.

You can feel the fight draining out of her by the second, her hands scrabbling at your thighs, her body twisting to get away. But she's no match for you, not in this universe. You plant a hand at the back of her head and use the other to jam your cock in and out, slapping her face with the meat of it, globs of spit and tears spraying everywhere.

“Remember the time you called me pencil dick? Looks like pencil dick’s about to finish your oral exam," you taunt."

"Gllllllrk! GAAAAACK! GLRRRRKLLLLACK!"

You can barely hear your own voice over the slurping and ****. You punch the back of her throat with your cock over and over again, turning Christina's eyes red-rimmed and wet.

You don’t even give her a break, just ride her like she’s a broken-in toy, never letting her get air. Her face is getting truly fucked now—mascara melting down her cheeks, strings of drool stretching from those bubble-gum lips to the base of your cock. Every time you bottom out in her throat, you feel the convulsion of her panicking, her body going rigid until you pull back and let her gasp, then you slam forward and stuff it deeper than before.

Christina’s cute little hands, the same ones that flipped you off a thousand times, now ball into fists that only punch weakly at your thighs. She tries to scream, but that just vibrates the shaft in her throat, which makes you pound her face even harder. For a second, she actually gags so hard she nearly throws up, and you yank out in time to watch her gasp, hacking up a stringy white mess of slaver and stomach fluid. The sound she makes is pitiful, and you savor it.

"God," you practically moan. "Look what the Queen Bitch of High School has been reduced to."

You never imagined you’d get this much satisfaction from ruining her perfect little world. But god, it feels good to see her kneeling, drool pooling onto the princess-pink carpet.

You give her a moment to collect herself. Christina sucks desperately at the air, her chest heaving, and you don’t miss the way her pert little nipples poke through her paper-thin shirt.

**** is a beautiful thing.