He tells her to open her mouth for him.

“Open your mouth,” he whispers, and when she does, her tongue drips with spit. Her blue eyes focus on him while her sheets soak in her dripping saliva. “Good girl.”

Her pupils dilate. She vaguely feels her heart beating, pounding against her sternum. She looked down, her eyes crossing to focus on the bobbing head of his cock as both her hands worked it. There’s an unreasonable amount of thrill that shoots through her mind, more than David ever gave her. “Am I your good girl?” She purrs.

Sevens nods, his grin present and clear on his face. Her guides himself to her lips, which she gladly parts to allow him inside. Her mind spins with his taste as her pussy starts to drool, too. Glimmer’s taste buds prickle while her spit glands work overtime. Any sense of wrongness fades into a blurry afterthought with absolutely no body.

She was sloppy quick, and Sevens didn’t waste a second with foreplay. He moved, sawing in and out with gentle passes until she gagged and rejected his penis. It strained in front of her, dripping with saliva, but was taken back in her right hand.

Pumping. Pumping. Pumping. And then she moved back in, working his tasty cock with more intensity than the first time. He spread his legs and grabbed the back of her hair, moving her head with his own movements.

Glimmer’s wasn’t new to deepthroating, but whatever was going on in her mind told her she was, and she kept wretching and gagging around his girth, causing her to cough while Sevens was still plunged so deeply, his pubes were tickling her nose.

After a few thrusts, he finally shoves deep and holds her in place. Her throat closed around him, engulfing him in everything while he moaned and growled at her, finding unreal pleasure. Glimmer’s hands rubbed his thighs, staring up at him– BEGGING him not to pull out so soon. She could take it… for him.

A few seconds passed with nothing else happening other than intense gagging and Sevens exhaling, softly pumping his hips towards her, rubbing his crotch hairs all over her nose before finally pulling out when he felt Glimmer tapping his thighs. She drew a deep, bubbling breath as she slurped up the strings of spit that drooped from her bottom lip. Her eyes were watery, and the makeup she had so carefully applied started to smudge. Even as she breathed, however, she refused a heartbeat of him without stimulation. Her right hand grappled and twisted his cock while her left hand darted to and started to massage his sagging nutsack. Glimmer swallowed and kissed his thigh. “Give me a moment, baby. I need a moment,” her voice was raspy, but eager nonetheless.

“I’m on a timer, Glimmer,” Sevens said, stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. “And I don’t have much time left.”

Glimmer nodded; her mind was clouded. She couldn’t think of anything worse than not making Sevens cum before leaving. The very thought made her feel depressed. “I don’t want you to leave unsatisfied,” she murmured, her lips close to his tip. She lashed his slit with a few well-placed licks and then spoke again. “What do you like? I’ll do it for you?”

“Let me fuck your mouth,” Sevens didn’t hesitate. Sevens said it as if he were expecting the question. “Without mercy. Right on your own bed.”

His request thrilled Glimmer. She smiled up at him. Her head bobbed as she flashed him a naughty grin. She pushed Sevens back and slid to the floor on her knees, bracing her head to her bed. Then she grabbed his monster cock and **** him forward. “Better get started then, don’t you think?”

Sevens shrugged, his grin still there. Handsome and masculine. He bunched up her hair and got comfortable while watching her smirk back up, matching the energies of lust. Her hands were already back to cranking him. The stiffs and veins make the tongue tingle.

Her jaw lowered, and she stuck her tongue out, flicking her pink rope and wrapping his dick while simultaneously sucking him right back inside her maw. She couldn’t see his toes curl in pleasure in his shoes, but she felt his cock throb and his voice let out a deep moan. His hands lowered, and he moved her head back and forth, using it like it was his.

He was reaching his climax, and Glimmer felt a thrill when she felt his nuts tightening and his erection getting so hard it felt like it was an augmented pole. Glimmer sealed her lips tighter around his shaft, while moving her tongue side to side, finding veins to trace and wetting another inch. Her mind continued to struggle to keep up, however. A small voice screamed at her that she wasn’t supposed to like it this much. Not for a client. Not for Sevens. But she stared up at him like they were lovers united.

The pleasure was one-sided. After he got used to her, she’d get no relief. She’d just be wet and coming back to her senses, feeling like a whore. Not that she wasn’t right now. Almost every day was filled with something like this– some degrading thing that kept her away from what she wanted and longed for—trapped in a comfy cell in Hell. She’d been pushing those thoughts away, and now they were gone as she sucked Sevens off as her life depended on it.

How long had he been thrusting in her mouth now? When did he start? Glimmer was beginning to listen to that voice in her head when she came to realize her mouth was getting pounded. Then all she could do was focus on him. His length. His size. His taste. How good it all was.

Beneath his grunting and huffing, she heard the wet slaps from his thrusts hitting her chin. Her spit dripping down her chin, her eyes watering as she’d never taken anyone this deep before. She was wretchinng. Gagging. Gasping. Coughing around him. Good God. She couldn’t pull away or get enough of it. She grabbed Seven's ass and pulled him forward every time he pulled back. His eyes were on him, focusing on what he was using to get off. He was closer than he was before, and she couldn’t wait to taste his seed again. Salty and sticky, shooting down her throat, or maybe over his face to (hopefully) mark her as his. At that moment, she didn’t care as long as she got it.

It was relentless. It was done without love. It was all lust. This was Sevens' method of breaking a sweat. It wasn’t perfect, and this wasn’t typically her style. But to some degree, she was thankful it was Sevens’ fucking her mouth– a man. A hard man. A killer. Masculine… She finally closed her eyes for a moment and tried to control herself, but whatever he’d given her made it impossible. She was at his mercy.

Again and again, the wet slaps and crashing against her face made the spinning in the room more violent. The screaming in the back of her head became clear, but she shoved it back, not wanting to be distracted right. Now, while she was performing, she had to keep this act going… going… going…

“I’m going to cum,” Sevens growled, gripping her hair and shoving her face into his pelvis. “I’m going to fucking cum in your mouth.”

Glimmer screwed her eyes up and nodded the best she could. He was a man… This wasn’t Mr. Blank…Alexander… Sevens was the real deal—a bad boy. But he was no David.

With a roar, he started to unload, pumping hot spunk down her throat so fully she coughed, causing some of his cum to shoot out from her lips. Glimmer squinted, then her eyes rolled with the last of the ****'s effects. He pulled out and jerked himself off, shooting her face with the last 2… 3 ropes? Her face was hot now, so she couldn’t describe what was happening exactly.

“Swallow,” he warned, not knowing what he didn’t leave anything on her tongue while pulling out. However, Glimmer made an audible swallowing noise, still tasting what was left inside.

“Not bad,” he said, his hands to wipe himself off. “Two Trick treating you alright?”

Her mind was recovering, but she heard his question. Worried her voice might break with strain, all Glimmer did was nod and managed to say. “Fine.”

“Good,” Sevens pulled up his pants and gathered the other things. “Access that flash drive or whatever you call it when you’re feeling down. It’ll explain how serious I am about our agreements.”

Glimmer sat up and nodded again. “Thanks,” she murmured, dizzy still. She was fucked up. Her vision was blurred in the corners, and she now felt severely sick. Sevens stepped out, and she was left alone, finally.