No rescue for the wicked

You can barely speak anymore as Barry continues to pound into your ass. Only the loud slapping of flesh meeting flesh and your own slight whimpers fill the air.

The worst feeling was when he would fill you up entirely and then push that extra few centimeters in, before pulling out. You could only feel the tearing pain your body was enduring and how it welled in your throat.

Suddenly, Barry slammed against you, his body gripping yours tightly. His face was now right against yours, his black eyes staring at your blue. His cock still wedged firmly in your ass, you couldn't escape his hot breath on your face. He was looking at you like a violent animal, his stare frightening you. It was then that Barry lurched forward, his mouth covering your own. In an instant your mouth was being violated by his tongue.

It probed deep into your mouth, claiming every part of it as his own. You didn't resist, you couldn't resist. It was a welcome respite, considering he had stopped his jagged attacks into your rear.