Keep going with the Reporter

You keep pounding the veteran reporter’s throat without mercy, using her frazzled red hair as a handle to slam her face down onto your cock over and over.

GLUCK—GLRRK—GLUUUURK!

Her throat makes the wettest, nastiest sounds with every thrust. Thick ropes of drool and throat slime pour endlessly from the corners of her stretched lips, soaking her chin, dripping in heavy strands onto her silk blouse and those massive veteran tits. Her eyes are bulging wildly now, mascara running in black rivers down her cheeks. She keeps trying to slap at your thighs and push away, but her resistance is getting weaker and sloppier with every deep thrust.

“Mmmph—! glrk— live— can’t— gluuuurk!”

You don’t let up. You fuck her face like the on-air whore she secretly is, bottoming out so her nose mashes against your pelvis and her throat visibly bulges. The live mic in her limp hand is still picking up every disgusting sound for the broadcast.

Kimberli Kiss stands right there watching, one hand on her hip, smirking like it’s the best entertainment she’s had all night.

“Damn, she’s already tapping out? Pathetic,” Kimberli laughs loudly enough for the cameras. “Half the girls here have taken way bigger poles way harder down their throats and didn’t go limp like some amateur. Look at her eyes rolling back already!”

The redhead’s body starts twitching harder. Her slaps turn into weak, uncoordinated taps. Her throat convulses wildly around your cock as she runs out of air, but you just keep using her. A few more brutal thrusts and she finally goes limp — eyes fluttering, body sagging on her knees, completely unconscious with your cock still buried down her throat.

You hold her there for a long moment, enjoying the way her unconscious throat still twitches and milks you. Then you make your choice.

You pull out with a wet schlorp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She stays upright on her knees for a second out of pure muscle memory before slowly toppling sideways onto the red carpet, coughing and gasping weakly as she starts to come back around. You stroke yourself hard and fast right over her ruined face.

Thick ropes of cum erupt across her features — painting her forehead, those big glossy lips, her cheeks, and splattering into her frazzled red hair. A heavy glob lands right on her eyelid as she groans, half-conscious.

Kimberli bursts out laughing, stepping closer so the cameras get a perfect view.

“Oh my god, look at her! Passed out with a face full of cum like a total rookie. I had to choke on this massive black cock all day last week during a marathon shoot and I didn’t get to tap out once or I would’ve lost my bonus!”

She waves over a tall, muscular black male pornstar who was walking the carpet — one of the nominees for Best Male Performer. Kimberli casually reaches down and yanks his already-hard monster cock out of his pants, holding it up like a trophy. It’s thick, veiny, and clearly longer and girthier than yours.

“See this? I took every inch down my throat for hours, no breaks, while they kept filming. And this stupid reporter passes out after a few minutes on your dick?” Kimberli shakes her head in mock disgust, still stroking the guy’s massive shaft for emphasis. “That’s the difference between real professionals and industry hacks who just talk shit on camera. We take dick like it’s our fucking job… because it is.”

The reporter is slowly blinking awake on the carpet, cum dripping down her face, trying to wipe it off with a trembling hand while still coughing up throat slime. The humiliation in her eyes is delicious as she hears Kimberli’s loud commentary.

Kimberli looks back at you with a wicked grin, still holding the other guy’s cock.

“So… what now? You gonna leave this cum-rag here for the cameras, or do you want me to help turn her into even more of a mess?”