Get ready to paint your girlfriend's face.

He knew you would never be able to satisfy her like this, never make her eyes roll back in her head with the kind of pleasure that only a man of his stature could provide. Her soft moans grew louder as she worked him closer to the edge, her own desire building as she felt the power of holding his pleasure in her mouth.

He looked down at her, her feminine face flushed with arousal, and couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph. This was what it meant to be a real man—to take what he wanted without regret or hesitation.

And as she took him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around his cock, he knew that she was his for the taking, that she would do anything for him.

The thought of you finding out about this and of the humiliation and pain you would feel only added to his excitement. This was more than just sex; it was a declaration of dominance, a statement that she was his body and soul. And as he felt his climax approaching, he tightened his grip on her hair, ready to claim his prize and cement his victory over you.

With a final, powerful thrust, he erupted, his hot, sticky cum spurting forth from his cock and filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, her cheeks bulging as she choked on his seed, but some escaped and spilled down her chin, painting her face with the indelible mark of her submission.

"Look at you," he said, his voice thick with lust and triumph. "Such a good little slut, taking every drop like a champ."

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