Unconsciously, she starts to masturbate to her own degradation.

Despite her aching head and burning throat, Alexa's hands began to move slowly towards the waistband of her skirt. The throatfucking was so intense that she barely noticed her left hand slide under her skirt. Her fingers reached underneath her grey panties and she started to rapidly run circles around her swollen clit, pressing firmly against her needy pussy. She was shocked. She didn't realize it, but her panties were dripping wet. When had that happened? As Ethan increased his pace even further, Alexa tried to scream as she realized what she was doing. He had mocked and belittled her at her workplace, and used her mistake to pressure her into letting him use her like a piece of meat, and how he was abusing her poor, bruised throat for his pleasure. And still, here she was, furiously rubbing herself to satisfy the burning arousal she felt. She couldn't believe how perverse and debased she was behaving, but the overwhelming lust she felt was too much. She masturbated faster. Her throat was being fucked so rapidly, he might not notice if she quickly finished herself off. Fighting for pleasure against her excruciating gag reflex, Alexa picked up the pace. She began rocking her hips, matching Ethan's motions as he pistoned back and forth into her throat. She was frantically thrusting her hips so hard she was practically humping her own hands.

Meanwhile, Ethan could feel himself approaching an orgasm. He smiled wickedly. Although she tried to hide it shamefully, he watched her the whole time. Pushing into her mind, he could sense that she was also getting close to orgasm and was even more ****. Feeling warmth in his loins, he jackhammered as hard as he could into her throat one last time and holding himself at full depth, letting her spasming gag reflex massage his cock. He shuddered, feeling a heavy orgasm travel through his body. Alexa's eyes widened as she felt an explosion of hot, bitter cum shoot down her throat. Her body shook as she felt the warmth travel downwards toward her stomach. She panicked. He was finished, but she was so, so close to orgasming. If she could finish in the next second, maybe she could get away with it.