Lowering my head toward his cock. Faster than you can imagine. “Open wide, and don’t let your head or neck change positions.”
He began to thrust deep into my throat, doing the downstroke of a pushup as he invaded my throat. “Oh, Shit!”
He pushed his way into the room, taking my arm, he dragged me to the couch, and the policeman forced me to sit. I could see soft light, falling from some pinhole high above, bathing a foot-wide circle of clarity, revealing a dirty, stained concrete floor. That terrible, massive prick just ripped me apart with every thrust. No, I wasn’t doing that. I grabbed the knob, twisted it, pulled the door open to a smiling uniformed policeman. I had a hazy recollection of a brief encounter with a bodybuilder. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I bounced my head on his dick, as he wished me to do.
