He shifts his stance, planting his feet wide for maximum leverage, and begins a series of thrusts so violent and rapid they sound like a machine gun. Thwack thwack thwack thwack! The sound of his pelvis slamming into her chin is deafening, a wet, rhythmic percussion of flesh on flesh.
The speed is so extreme that Marielle can no longer maintain any semblance of control. As he hammers into her, the air is forced out of her lungs in rhythmic, involuntary bursts, and the sheer volume of him forcing its way past her lips creates a frantic, wet, and desperate sound.
"Gluck... gluck... gluck... gluck!"
The sound is visceral and unashamed the unmistakable, messy noise of a woman being absolutely overwhelmed by a massive cock. It is the sound of her throat struggling to accommodate the impossible, the sound of her swallowing him whole as he repeatedly slams into the back of her throat.
