He ruins your throat.

Ritter grunts in pleasure as he pumps in and out of your tender throat, your eyes rolling up and a muffled whimper escaping your mouth at the fair amount of pain from his rough thrusts and his toying with your tits and sensitive nipples.

"I want to feel your tongue, slut," he orders, the words almost incomprehensible to you, as understanding filters through into your head you adamantly refuse to lick or suck at his cock as he plows your throat; at your refusal the hands previously roughly, but not painfully, toying with your nipples begin to pinch and pull at them as hard as he can.

You squeal in pain, squirming desperately to try and escape and immediately beginning to use her tongue, running it up and down his shaft and rubbing it against his cock head. He groans out lewdly, "A—Atta girl, you're such a good cock sucker, Alex." You mumble a muffled curse back at him.

He stops pinching at your tits, going back to firmly rubbing and playing with your breasts as he angles himself to pound faster and harder into your throat. You whimper around his prick as your nose is pressed up against her groin, your button sniffer crinkling at the smell.

You groan as you feel his cock begin to throb in your mouth, the hands on your tits becoming rougher and rougher in their fondling as he rams in and out of your mouth at a faster pace, "MNNnnnn!" you whine, your hands going up to his legs to try and push him off to no avail, "I'm going to cum, slut..!" he smirks, his hands going to your head to use you as a living flesh light and rams roughly in and out of you.

You whine, shaking your head up at him as his prick throbs.