Down her throat, without warning

You decide she doesn’t deserve a warning.

You jam your cock so deep in Christina’s throat that her nose mashes against your pelvis, burying her shriek into a wet gurgle. "GLLRRRRRRRRK!"

You hold her there, fingers locked in her gold hair, and snarl out every ounce of resentment in your body. Christina’s blue eyes bug out, as you pulse, tense, and let years of humiliation explode right down her throat.

Hot, sticky, rope after rope blasts into her mouth. She can’t even swallow in time, so it floods her windpipe and spurts back out around your shaft, milky white gobs dripping off her chin and soaking into her shirt.

You feel her try to wrench away, but you hold her so tight she whimpers through her nose, snot and tears and mascara staining her cheeks. She coughs, she gags, you keep going. You’re not done until her mouth is overfilled, and you give one last triumphant jerk, smearing your cockhead across her tongue like you’d always wanted to do.

At last, you pull out, and Christina slumps to her hands and knees, retching. A string of semen bubbles from her lips, spatters on her pink carpet, some of it still clinging to her perfect chin.

She hacks and coughs, clutching the side of her bed, and finally turns a burning, hateful glare up at you. "Fuck you!"

You can’t help but grin at her, standing tall, cock still twitching. “Aw, what’s wrong, Christina? Not so fun being on the other side, is it?"

"You got your ****, you fucking loser!" She says, having not lost an ounce of her bitchy-nastiness. "Go torment some other girl now!"

You pause for a moment, genuinely considering. Are you through with her? Has Christina really gotten the message?