I can actually see the bulge of his cock in her throat.

He’s distending her throat, stretching it beyond limits. I can actually see him force his way in and withdraw. Jack makes almost no noise, but if was you likely wouldn’t have been able to hear him over Emma’s guttural grunts and cries.

I’m not sure how long he’s been fucking her face for. I lost track of time. Finally he starts to let out a grunt with each push. He’s going harder, faster and deeper than before. Earlier he would pull out and let her breath, but at this point he never removes his head from her mouth.

Then suddenly he exhales holding her head down on himself. I can see his balls are tight and what’s left visible of his cock is pulsing. She had only managed to get about half to three quarters in at most, but when he releases her head it seems like his cock coming out of her mouth won’t ever end.

Emma falls back on the floor and immediately begins to convulse. Her stomach muscles contract hard and she wretches thick white cum all over the floor. She coughs and hacks up so much cum that I’m surprised she hadn’t drowned. I want to race to her side and comfort her. She’ just laying there on her side doubled over, panting with her eyes rolled back and this slack look on her face. There’s even still a lot of cum in her mouth dripping down onto the floor. Jack got down low and presses her face into the puddle.

“I will never let it get easy. Do you get that?”

I’m surprised she can even understand him, but Emma nods as best she can.