8 Parte Ongoing "You want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice harsh. "You want to be my cock hole, my personal cumdump?"
Tara nodded, her eyes shining with desire. She wanted to be used, abused, and marked as his. She wanted to feel his dominance in every inch of her body.
"Then open wide, you filthy whore," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to fuck your face until you can't breathe."
With a cruel smile, he pushed her head down, forcing her mouth open. He grabbed his cock, guiding it to her lips, and thrust forward. Tara's mouth was stretched wide, her eyes watering, but she took him, her throat working to accommodate his size.
"Oh, fuck," he growled, his eyes fixed on her struggling form. "Your mouth is so warm and so tight. I'm going to make you choke on my cock."
