The man isn't satisfied

The man begins to pound Krissy’s face mercilessly, faster and faster, while Krissy chokes and struggles to breathe. Suddenly the man buries his cock deep in her throat and holds it there.

“Damn it, you are one hot little slut.” He said, looking down at her with his cock in her throat as Krissy struggled to accommodate him.

Suddenly he pulled out completely. “You are one hot bitch, but you can’t suck dick for nothing.”

“Get your ass up.” He said and practically pulled Krissy up off the ground by her hair.

Krissy looked up at the man wide-eyed, spit running down her chin in long strings onto to full shirt over her full breasts.

“Get that shit off; I want to see what you got under that.” The man said and ripped her shirt half off with his free hand. Quickly returning to yank Krissy's bra away roughly to expose her firm teenage breasts.

“Damn, you a C or a D cup?” He asked.

Krissy started to answer out of reflex, but the man cut her off. “Don’t fucking matter anyway.” He said dismissively, reaching out to finish tearing her shirt off and yanking her head back and up, pushing her chest up, accentuating her breasts.

The man smiled and pushed Krissy ahead of him.