Overpower her.

That look she has is not your favorite given the circumstances, your instinct tells you. This pleasure skunk has poisoned you to an inch of your life and now tries to make you submit to her by holding your dick hostage. She's looking at you as if you're her favorite toy, and you can't have that any longer.

You summon every fragment of strength you have left and attempt to shake her off, pushing and jolting her every way possible. The chair rocks under the girl as you take her for a fun ride, or at least, that's what she seems to take your struggle for. No matter what you do, your dick remains glued to her throat. But if there is anything your actions accomplish, that is encouraging her to raise the dose of perfume.

Just like that, everything has just become worse. You feel as if you're turning into a beast capable of only drooling and moaning in pain, moments away from being unable to even beg for a release. Yet, under her amused eyes, you feel as if your weakness turns into an inhuman strength, every vein in your body pumping at full capacity.

With no help from her part, madness soon consumes you and forces you to act like the animal she is turning you into, thrashing about as you try to escape her grip for a better opportunity of using her. You pull back, knocking down her seat and bringing the girl to her knees, even turning her beautiful dress into a dust cloth by pulling back another step and wiping the floor with her. But in the end, your struggle does not affect her grasp in any way, holding onto you with ease throughout the ordeal.

And as expected, in your berserk fuck-machine state, that infuriates you, until any shred of lucidity you have left allows you to notice her crafty eyes staring with a cold disdain, distant and disappointed. That dread you previously felt returns, intensified manyfold as her arms loosen deliberately.

Your dick slides out of her throat by itself, actually looking more like a guest being chased out. This hint is of no use to you though. With no restraints, you have free reign on her mouth. She looks disinterested, yet opens her mouth once again. The sweet smell around her keeps getting stronger and stronger, and soon, your body no longer listens to you, overwhelmed by pleasure and pain. By instinct, you lunge at her and grab her hair. She allows you to handle her any way you want, but her dispirited eyes make her look like an empty shell. Her arms hang loosely and her shoulders drop. The only human-like feature left is the sound of her breath, a soft rhythm that you want to break.

As you swing your hip, you pull her by the hair. Your dick rams into her cheeks and slides along her tongue, into her throat, turning her breathing into gulping sounds. Beside the sweet smell hanging in the air, there's also a faint smell of saliva that makes you react even more intensely. At times, you thrust with swiftness, other times with strength, all while her eyes stare into yours and cast a fear you can't act on. For your body, there is only lust, and the only means to sate it is your depraved act.

Soon, you feel a tingle traveling throughout your entire body, your bestial groans reaching a peak. Your semen starts spurting out with strong streams, yet you're nowhere near finishing. The relief is only temporary. It serves no purpose other than to build a stronger craving within you.

As you exhale deeply, the doll flashes a knowing smile at you, semen trickling out of her mouth. The sweet smell in the air still wouldn't dissipate. You don't want to stop. You need to fuck her even harder. As you pull her by the hair again, she wouldn't even raise her head by herself anymore. Her eyes lose that lively lustre and she returns to a lifeless state. As long as that sweet poison continues to fill your lungs, you don't care whether she's moving or sleeping. You only care if you can fuck her, and you continue doing exactly that.

Twice. Thrice.

Soon, you feel thirsty, hungry, tired. Yet, you wouldn't stop. You continue fucking her semen-filled mouth with every ounce of strength you have. The amount of rounds reaches dozens, every orgasm better than the former. They wouldn't be if the pain wasn't so unbearable.

You know you can't last much longer, and it takes another shiver on your spine for your mind to shut down.

In your final moments, you realise what that dread was.