Yes and no

“Alright, alright!” Nancy hastily said, letting go of her tits. Her inner cleavage was slick with her spit, red from both the friction and the lip-stick it bore the marks of the rough tit-fuck, looking as used as her face. Grabbing a hold of the base of Beretta's cock, she eyed it for a second, hesitating.

“I...” she started, nervously chewing her inner cheek, “I need your help?!”

“Oh, yeah?!” Vincent cocked an eyebrow, surprised by her admission, “What do you want me to do, bitch?”

“I need you to...” Nancy lowered her eyes in embarrassment as she continued, “... to grab my head and push me down!” She had to do it. By herself, she would not be able to muster enough **** to reach all the way to his base, she'd need his assistance to complete the task.

Beretta's laughter made the humiliation even worse. “Oh, yeah?!” he chuckled, brutally grabbing a handful of her hair and pull her a bit closer, making Nancy hiss in pain, “I thought you wanted to break my fingers if I touched you again. Alright, you want my help I want something in return! Beg to suck my cock!”

Nancy groaned, but she did not complain. Looking up at him through reddened, glassy eyes she complied. “Please, Vincent! Please let me suck your cock! I need it, please!”

Her reward was another slimy gob of spit splattering across her cheek just below her left eye, just adding to the degradation. “Alright, piggy!” Beretta grinned, “Say: “Aaah!””

She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. Thankfully, Beretta granted her the mercy to start at her own pace as she once more took his crown into her mouth and let it slide over her tongue. Bracing herself she relaxed her throat and this time his tip slid down her esophagus a lot easier, and she almost got two inches deep before Beretta suddenly surprised her by taking charge.

“GRRRRRKH!” Nancy violently protested as her head was **** down and Vincent shunted another couple of inches down her narrow throat. Her eyes flew open in shock and her hands moved to his thighs. She desperately trying to push him off, but her position was far inferior as she was ****-fed his cock.

“FUUUUUUCK YEAH! THERE WE GO, YOU WHORE!” Vincent roared as he felt McKenna's throat ripple around his cock, pressing her head down deep and at the same time shoving his cock upwards and into her wet mouth, burying more and more inside her hot gullet. As a bonus he could watch Nancy's tight, round butt shake as she fought him, the firm buns jiggling enticingly in her fruitless attempts to gain any leverage.

“NNNNNNGH!” the wide-eyed Latina gargled, squirming in the man's grip and trying to break free. Her mind filled with horror as her lips approached his base. She tried as hard as she could to fight the man's grip, digging her finger nails into his flesh, slapping his thighs, but it did not matter. Soon the tip of her nose touched his trimmed pubes, was pressed into it, then her nose was flattened against his pubic bone. Her lips clamped around the base of Vincent's cock. Tears of exertion rolled down her cheeks and dropped onto the floor as she pressed her painted lips against his dark skin, hoping to make an imprint.

“Very nice, pig!” Vincent pressed out between grit teeth, half-lost in the sensations himself. She had made it. He hadn't thought she could do it but it seemed he had underestimated her. Good for her...

Instead of letting her go and back up for air, Vincent lifted both his legs off the floor. Before Nancy even knew what was happening, that she was not being let free, he had wrapped his right leg around her head and hooked his foot underneath his left knee. He pulled tight and she was more trapped than ever, her head stuck between his strong thighs and his thick cock blocking her airways.

“NNNNNNNNNNH!” Nancy screamed as panic set in. As oxygen began to run low she heard Beretta' laughter roar in the distance, his hold easily withstanding her escape attempts.

“Oh! That's the stuff! What a way to go out, detective! How does that cock taste, you dumb, fucking whore?! **** on that dick!” the young man mocked her as he felt her fighting wane slowly, her grip on his thighs gradually slackening. With his legs firmly controlling her head he let go of her hair and instead he placed the thumbs of his cuffed hands on her screwed-tight eye-lids. With a sadistic grin on his face he **** Nancy's eyes open, basking in the sight of her pupils darting around in panic as her face turned redder and redder.

“Nighty-night, bitch!” he grinned as finally Nancy's body went limb and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the naked policewoman passed out from asphyxiation. Once she stopped moving completely the thug slowly counted to ten before he finally pushed the **** woman off his cock, his dick sliding out of her wet mouth. Carelessly he dumped her knocked-out form to the side where Nancy fell like a sack of potatoes, crashing face-first into a boneless heap.

“Dumb bimbo!” the thug smirked, shaking his head as he got up from his seat. Walking over to the motel room's bed he picked up the key that Nancy had tossed there and swiftly unlocked the handcuffs with practiced ease. His cock still rock hard he bent down to pick up Nancy's discarded, black top and used it to wipe his face clean of sweat.