I just about caught it

My fingertips closed around the snowglobe just as it began tipping over the edge, and I somehow managed to keep it from falling despite the weakness in my body.

"Nice catch," Nick grunted, not letting up at all. I moaned around the hand between my teeth, and I heard him chuckle softly.

Gradually, his heavy breathing turned into panting, and his thrusts became even deeper and even wilder; I could almost sense his urge to spank me conflicting with his knowledge that it would draw attention. Out of nowhere, he suddenly pulled out, and I writhed at the abrupt emptiness in my pussy.

Pulling me up by my hair, Nick **** me to my knees in front of him and grabbed the back of my head. "You're gonna swallow it all for me," he smirked as he brought my lips to his tip. At this point, I was far too out of it to do anything except obey, and my salivating mouth instinctively wrapped around him.

The feeling of my tongue must have been enough to send him over the edge because his cock began to pulse almost instantly - shot after shot of warm cum hit the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow it as quickly as it came while Nick groaned quietly. But I couldn't keep up; gagging, I pulled back from his cock and felt his seed dribble from my mouth as a couple of ropes leapt onto my cheeks and nose.

Nick didn't seem to care - his eyes had glazed over, and a satisfied look of bliss was plastered across his face. Slowly, he seemed to bring himself back to reality, and he glanced down at me. "Fucking slut," he smirked, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and zipping up his flies.

Coughing, I glanced down at my naked body: I could already feel cum drying on my tits and face; my right hand was clutching Chrissie's snowglobe, and my left was mangled and bloody from where I'd bitten it to keep quiet; my tastebuds tingled with the taste of Nick's thick, salty cum laced with the sharper tang of my own blood.

"Phone," I croaked weakly, letting the snowglobe fall from my hand.

Nick laughed. "Jeez, you want the fucking phone, fine." He handed it over, seemingly more agreeable now that his balls had been emptied. "Knock yourself out."

Without even cleaning myself up first, I scrolled through the camera roll and deleted the video. Honestly, I was almost **** to do it - it was a fucking hot video, but it had put me through too much.

I had a quick look through the rest of his phone for duplicates but, finding nothing, I handed it back, satisfied. He took it, and I shivered as his fingertips brushed against mine.

"If you ever need a good, rough fuck," Nick grinned. "Let me know." With a spring in his step, he left.

Slumping back against Chrissie's dresser, I sighed heavily in exhaustion. Holy shit. After putting the snowglobe back, I slowly stood up and winced as my pussy twinged. Peeking out of the room, I checked to see if the coast was clear before I tiptoed to the bathroom, with my jeans still around my ankles, and locked the door.

I stepped out of my wet clothes and began running my bloodied hand under the tap. In a daze, I watched the red-hued water disappear down the sink, before splashing some water on my face and tits to wash the dried-up cum off. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror: a very tired-looking half-Asian girl with slightly reddened eyes and messy black hair gazed back at me. She looked like she'd been crying. Jesus Christ, I look like shit, I thought to myself.

A few minutes later and wearing Chrissie's clean clothes, I went downstairs, and immediately bumped into Liam as he came out of the bathroom.

"Hey," he said, glancing briefly at me. Then he did a double-take. "Hey, are you ok? What's up with your hand?" he asked with a concerned look in his eyes.