She was on her knees, her neck tied to the post behind her, and with her arms bound up out of the way, she was totally powerless to get away from him. She’d given up a while ago now. He’d been skullfucking her so long her jaw was burning. Now that he was standing still, buried thick and hard in her throat, she could feel the spit bubbling up around his cock and sliding down her stomach towards her throbbing clit.
“Oh yeah,” he was saying, his hardness cutting off her breathing. Her head was beginning to swim but she did her best not to fight back, not to struggle. “Yeah, bitch. Good little mouthcunt. I knew you’d be a good whore once I pounded the defiance out of you.” He was breathing heavily, his balls against her chin, his hands gripping her hair to make sure her lips were flush with his abdomen.
He pulled halfway out and she gasped, the sudden air making her dizzy. He pushed back in and more spit bubbled up as she forced herself not to gag. He started moving back into a rhythm, thrusting into her throat faster with each thrust, the weight of him crushing the back of her head into the wood.
He was starting to gasp as he fucked her throat. “Yeah. Bitch. I’m going to come. Going to shoot myself straight down into your fucking stomach.”
She squirmed, rubbing her legs together against her clit, and started to suck.