It burned still, but I knew complaining at this point was futile. Seconds later he grabbed my face again, forcing his cock impossibly deeper into my throat. I was too dazed to scream or move. I was hyper-aware of the scissors still in his hand and my body still ached from where he did cut me. There was no getting out of this now. “Get on your knees,” He demanded
My heart stopped, leaving a loud ring in my ears
I looked up at him utterly distraught, “I’m sorry sir?”
“Did you hear me bitch I said get down on your knees!”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me down. So fucking tight..” he moaned
He pressed his hand down against my cheek, pushing my head to the side and baring down too much of his weight against my face. Him pulling my hair forced my back to arch, causing his cock to go impossibly deeper, rubbing deliciously against my walls.
