You give in scared of this hardened criminal.

As repulsed as you were by the idea of having this convict's cock in your mouth, you weren't about to risk taking a beating from Chanta. Reluctantly, you slowly open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of her member. Without warning, she lurches forwards while pulling your head into her crotch, burying her thick long shaft in your throat. Unable to breathe, with your face being pressed tightly against her abdomen and tears beginning to form in your eyes, you regret allowing this woman to invade your esophagus.

"You've got a nice, tight throat puss. Would be a waste not to give it a rough fuck, wouldn't you agree?"

You don't agree, but you're in no place to argue. Chanta drags you off her cock while pulling her hips back till the tip of her dick is all that's left in your mouth. You relish the chance to breathe, but it's taken away almost immediately when the convict's shlong is slammed back down your throat.

After 15 minutes of non-stop skull-fucking, you're **** for relief; Fortunately for you, it seems Chanta is near orgasm. Her breath is getting faster, as well as her pace as she violates your throat with increasing vigor.

"Get ready to have your face caked slut!"

She tears your off her cock, it exiting your mouth with a loud 'pop,' before jerking her shaft in-front of your face. Before you even have time to gather your bearings after the brutal irrumatio you just recieved, thick cum spews from Chanta's member, covering your tear-stained face. Her viscous cock-snot invades your eyes, nostrils, and still agape mouth, allowing you to taste her salty, bitter jism. After a minute of pumping all her juices onto you, she lets go of your hair as you collapse onto the ground.

Still laying on the floor, you wipe the cum from your eyes and turn your gaze back to Chanta. Your stomach sinks when you see that she's already erect again.

"That was a good warm-up puss. Clean yourself up and get ready for round two"

You gave her a confused look. How the hell am i supposed to clean this up? You think to yourself.

"Eat it." She commands, as if she were reading your mind. "A slut like you should enjoy the taste. Don't waste a drop."

Without much of a choice, you clean the slimy cock-cocktail off of your face, wiping it off with your hands and lapping it up. The taste makes your stomach turn, but you press on until your face is spotless.

"Took you long enough." Huffs Chanta who's been impatiently jerking her cock waiting for you to finish. "Now it's time for me to...