Sinful Lust Stories
I am his good little whore.
He grips my throat from above, pinning my head against the desk as he thrusts. His cock slams deep, gag after gag tearing from me, wet sounds filling the room. I claw at the air, my body shaking, but the toy is still humming inside me, merciless.
Every thrust forces me to choke harder, every choke makes me clench tighter around the toy.
“Don’t you dare pass out,” he snarls, slapping my cheek lightly. “You come from this. You come choking on me, upside down, ruined for anyone else.”