WARNING: NSFW
What am I doing? I ponder, This man just knocked out an employee and instead of reporting him like a good little inmate, I'm...giving him head?
Still...The Riddler's salty musk is quite possibly the greatest thing I have ever tasted.
Fine.
My human brain has officially succumbed to my animalistic one. I am operating on pure lust now.
My head bobs up-and-down and up-and-down with copious slurping sounds filling the room.
He lets out wordless little noises, signaling that he's enjoying this as much as I am.
I soon feel pressure around my neck as he tightens his grip on me. I should be writhing in the pain instead of relishing in it. But I can't help it. I moan, but the sound is muffled by his large body part obstructing my windpipe.
I can feel the blood pulsing throughout the veins of his nether region, causing it to somehow grow even bigger. I can tell that he's losing control too.
As much as I want him to finish, I can't wait any longer. I abruptly remove his penis from my mouth and flip him around so that he's facing the wall. I accidentally hit his head against the cold cinder blocks. I am about to apologize, but the roughness only seems to excite him more.
I can work with this, I smirk to myself.
My own dick bursts through my jumpsuit and tears the fabric.
Another uniform ruined.
At least now I won't have to waste time removing my clothes.
I notice that his pale, plump rear displays a birthmark in the shape of a question mark. Everything about him is so goddamn enticing.
I use his shoulders to steady myself before shoving myself inside him. My precum is so abundant that lube will not be necessary.
I've had kinkier sex than this before. I really have. But I've never had intercourse that was so rough and so intimate at the same time.
This has to be more than just lust. What is this feeling?
