I fucked her throat in long punishing strokes, balls slapping against her chin.
Morgana's bound hands flexed uselessly behind her back.
Tears competitively rolled down her face, mixing with the mess of spit.
I slowed down again, reveling in my control, I pulled out and rubbed my slick cock all over her Face — across her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids— marking her.
She growled like a needy bitch, bubbling out her saliva.
Then I pushed back in, pressing her nose flat against my pelvis, buried to the hilt.
I counted to twenty seconds in my head. Longer than other times I've counted in the past.
Morgana's throat spasmed wildly. Her eyes rolled back. She passed out shortly, at the last second I withdrew, she snapped back up and coughed until her stomach heaved.
Letting her gasp, strings of thick saliva connected her lips to my cock.
Again and again, I edged myself and with — long, torturous minutes of deep throating, face-fucking, and teasing.
