Fucking Izzy's face

It was easy for Paul to get a fistful of her hair, and it wasn't much harder for him to use it to control how her head moved. She bounced like she was on a rollercoaster. The violent sensation of his dick thrusting into the top of her throat made her breath out through her nose. Then, the relentless way he kept bobbing her head up and down kept her from getting another one, through her nose or anywhere else. "Agh!" she gasped, when his manhood slipped out of her throat for a second. She coughed, and the phlegm landed on Engblom's immaculate wooden floor. You'll have to clean that up in the morning, she thought, before Paul shoved it back down her throat again.

Ward's cock in her hand was like a life raft. She clung to it for a chance at stability. Feeling guilty, she kept up her absentminded attempts at a handjob. Every once in a while her eyes would wander over to his blank face and try to transmit an apology. He wasn't even looking at her. Wasn't that worse--somehow--than what Paul was doing to her mouth?

Yes, it was. Her brain floated on a hazy wave. The lack of good, clean air was taking its toll on her, but it mingled with the high in a wonderful way. Suddenly she understood that man Ivan had found half **** in one of the closets with a belt around his neck and his dick in his hand. Or the girls in the pornos who begged for their absurdly muscled costars to put them in an iron headlock. She loved it. Now, Paul strengthened his hold on her head, pushing her up against his stomach. She spluttered, arms flailing--but never letting go of Ward--as his dick occupied all the space her mouth could offer. She heard a wheeze. Belatedly, she figured out it was coming from her own body. There went the last vestiges of her pride. How was she supposed to report in for work in the morning after having this done to her all night? Not with any dignity, that was for sure.

"Wow, she can really take it," said Mina. Her voice was much closer than Izzy expected. The dick-drunk coke-high girl on her knees budged her head a fraction of an inch to try to see, but Paul quickly corrected her. All she knew was that her friend was getting a closer look. She shut her eyes for a second. Don't see me like this, she begged Mina. Like Mina was a mind reader. Something told her she wouldn't listen, anyway.