My cock is hard, swinging back and forth, as I walk towards Chloe. She’s laying there, head up, perfect lips pursed. She crawls towards me on her hands and knees, wanting my cock. NEEDING my cock. She grips it hard in her soft hands, slowly stroking it back and forth. She licks her lips, preparing her mouth for the invasion to come. Roughly, I grab both sides of her head, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into scalp. Without mercy, I thrust my dick forward. It pushes past those brillaint, perfect, beautiful lips, as my cock thrusts into her hot, waiting mouth. Over and over again. She tries to lick and suck, her tongue darting across my dick as it massacres her mouth. But it’s no use. I have full control. She coughs, which leads to gagging which leads to choking. Phlegm and spit and streaks of white slime dribble from her mouth, her lips shining and slick, as I mercilessly fuck her mouth, use her face-hole like it’s a second pussy. Her eyes water, looking up at me expecting mercy, an end to the rough invasion of her mouth. But it won’t come, not until I cum. My dick head batters the back of her throat, Chloe’s muscles contorting involuntarily around my girth. She wretches again, more phlegm coming up. The fire inside me burns, building in intensity. I grab hard the back of her head and forces her forward, digging my dick deeper inside her mouth-hole. Her eyes roll up in the back of her head, as she feels it. Feels the perfect submission. Yes, she thinks, he is my master. I slam her over and over again until hot, white, thick, pure cum shoots from my cock. I release a manly groan as I fill her, painting her throat white with my jissum. I release her head. She bows, coughing and gasping for breath. She licks her lips again, wiping away the long strands of vulgar spit, and looks up at me. She blows kisses and cries. “Please master,” she pleads, “do it again!” Hail Satan.