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You crawl back towards the goblin like an attentive puppy, waiting to see what he does next. After making you wait in anticipation, the goblin grabs his cock and points the angry purple head squarely at your own. Your thick lips instinctively latch on to the head, being stretched by the impressive girth. With some effort you are able to envelope the whole head in your mouth. Satisfied for the moment, you begin sucking the head in earnest, your tongue lashing at the wide meatus, which is seemingly wider than your pinky. Contrary to you however, the goblin isn't satisfied with your efforts. With both hands he grabs the back of your head, and pulls you inwards with all of his might. Your throat barrier is instantly breached with a meaty hurrk, the goblin pulling you down until your top lip is pressed against it's pelvis.

The goblin holds you there until the need for air sends you struggling against it's grip. In response, the goblin violently jerks your head backwards to about halfway up it's cock, and then slams you back down just as hard. Your throat lets out another wet hurrk before being subjected to the same in and out again and again. Tour pussy squirts a little each time your head is wrenched back towards the goblin's pelvis, and your oxygen starved brain prevents you from even thinking of fighting back. The hollowing of your throat expels a deafening chorus of glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk as you are subjected to an unending onslaught of facial ****. At this point your arms hung limp by your side, the only thing keeping your torso from the floor being the goblin's mighty grip on your skull. As the goblin's cock begins to swell up even more, it extracts it's length from your skull with a sickening Shlorp, leaving you back with only the tip held inside your soft lips. All at once, another horrid load is expelled from it's cock, this time directly into your mouth. The tacky ball-batter was pushed into your mouth with incredible ****, quickly filling it to the brim. On the brink of passing out due to a lack of oxygen, your instincts kick in to prevent you from drowning in the acrid sauce, and you try your best to weakly swallow as much as you can. Your pace is no where near fast enough to keep up however, and the pressure inside your mouth begins to build. Some of the obscene load is **** back out past the seal of your lips, and horrifically, some of the substance manages to worm it's way out of your nose. As you feel the sperm being **** into your stomach through the sheer pressure of it, your consciousness finally begins to exit your body.