(Open wide.)

Against his better judgement, Zukka **** his mouth open...

...and instantly regrets it.

The robber wastes no time in shoving his cock down Zukka's throat, forcing a violent gag out from somewhere around his diaphragm. Tears stream down his flushed cheeks, dripping down and disappearing when landing upon his black robes.

His teeth scrape against the other uruk's cockskin, the smegma that had collected under the hood of his foreskin coating the inside of his mouth with such a foul taste that bile burned the back of Zukka's throat and threatened to flood his sinuses with both each breath he took and each thrust of the robber's thick waist.

Zukka tries not to gag.

"Fuck-! That's a good slut! Work that tongue and watch those teeth! Ya bite me 'n I'll slit your fucking throat-!" He deepened his thrusts, attempting to bottom out in Zukka's mouth in spite of the fact that his mouth was stuffed so full he couldn't stop his teeth from digging into the robber's smooth dickskin.