Read Novel Full Chapter 913: Gagging on Cock to Save Her Virgin Ass
Chapter 913: Gagging on Cock to Save Her Virgin Ass
Samantha’s eyes flashed with sudden, desperate resolve. The moment she felt the thick head of my cock nudge insistently against the tight ring of her virgin asshole — slick with our mixed cum and her own fear-sweat — she panicked.
Her hand shot down between her legs, fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock in a firm, trembling grip before I could push forward even another millimeter.
"No... not there... not yet..." she mouthed silently toward Gabriela, shaking her head so violently that sweat flew from her hair.
Samantha’s hand shot down like a desperate claw, fingers wrapping tight around my throbbing cock — slick with our mixed cum, veins pulsing hot under her palm.
Before I could nudge even a fraction deeper into her virgin asshole. Her grip was firm, trembling, slick with the overflow still dripping from her bred pussy.
She shoved me back onto the mattress with surprising force, her lighter body scrambling on top of me in a blur of sweat and panic.
My back hit the sheets, cock swinging heavy and wet, slapping against my thigh before she grabbed it again — guiding the fat head straight to her swollen lips.
She gobbled the tip slowly — deliberately — her mouth stretching wide around the girth, tongue flicking the sensitive underside as she sucked in with vacuum force, cheeks hollowing like a filthy little whore starving for it.
The wet heat engulfed me inch by inch — slow, torturous, her saliva dripping in thick strings already — as she took her time, eyes locked on Gabriela with a defiant glare. Her thoughts slammed into my mind through the telepathy — spiteful, competitive, shame-soaked:
[Hmph... doesn’t Gabriela want to know how to satisfy her husband...? I’ll show this bitch... how to control men... how to make them beg... watch me drain him... watch me make him forget her loose, used holes...]
I moaned low — voice rough, sleepy, pretending the blindfold kept me clueless — as her lips sealed tight around the head, sucking hard enough to make my balls tighten.
"Aah... Gabriela... fuck... your mouth... so hungry tonight... sucking me like a desperate cumslut..."
Samantha’s cheeks hollowed deeper — creating that perfect, airtight vacuum — her tongue swirling relentlessly against the slit, lapping up the leftover cum from her own pussy that still coated my cock.
Then — without warning — she slammed her head down, forcing my cock deep into her throat until her nose buried in my pubic hair, the bulge of my head visible in her slim neck.
She choked — a wet, gagging glurk — throat convulsing around me in rhythmic swallows, tears streaming down her cheeks instantly from the brutal stretch.
Again. And again. And again.
Each savage downstroke was nastier than the last — her throat bulging obscenely, saliva bubbling from the corners of her mouth in frothy streams, dripping down my balls in warm, sticky rivulets, pooling between my thighs on the cum-soaked sheets.
She gagged harder with every slam — eyes watering, mascara running in black streaks down her flushed face — but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull back. Her small hands gripped my thighs for leverage, nails digging into my skin as she bobbed faster, sloppier, throat-fucking herself on my cock like a possessed whore determined to prove her worth.
Gabriela watched — eyes wide with filthy fascination — then leaned in close behind Samantha, her naked tits pressing against the younger woman’s back, one hand tangling in Samantha’s sweat-damp hair to "guide" her deeper. She kept up the narration — moaning loudly in her own voice, covering the wet, choking gurgles with perfect, tempting filth.
"Aaaah... husband... yes... feel my mouth... so greedy for your cock... sucking you deep... choking on your thick cock... hnnngh... I love it... love how you stretch my throat... make me gag... make me drool like a filthy slut... aaaah..."
"I’m gonna suck you dry... swallow every nasty drop... no more breeding my pussy... just flooding my mouth... please... fuck my face... use your wife’s throat like a cumdump... aaaah... deeper... harder... make me choke... make me cry..."
"I need it... need your cum blasting down my throat... coating my tonsils... dripping from my nose... hnnngh... thank you... thank you for letting me worship your big, veiny cock... for letting me prove I’m your perfect cocksucking wife..."
Samantha’s pace turned absolutely savage — head slamming down over and over, throat bulging with every brutal thrust, gagging sounds turning into wet, sloppy gluk-gluk-gluk echoes that filled the room.
Saliva sprayed from her lips on every upstroke, coating my balls, running down my ass crack in warm floods. Her nose pressed flat against my groin each time, inhaling the musky scent of our earlier fuck, tears mixing with the mess on her face.
She sucked harder — vacuum-sealing the tip on every pull-back — tongue lashing the underside, flicking the sensitive frenulum like she was trying to suck my soul out through my cock.
Her thoughts kept pouring into my mind — fierce, competitive, increasingly broken:
[See...? See how he moans...? How his cock jumps in my throat...? This is how you control a man... how you make him your bitch... Gabriela... you old hag... you can’t even gag like this anymore... but I can... I can make him cum so hard he forgets your saggy tits...]
[Watch me... watch me take what you can’t... gag on it... choke on it... swallow it all... yes... he’s close... throbbing... swelling... give it to me... let me drink what she begs for... let me win... aaah... his cock... so thick... filling my throat... I can barely breathe... but it’s so good... so nasty...]
Gabriela’s free hand slipped between Samantha’s thighs — fingers finding her still-leaking, cum-stuffed pussy — and rubbed furious circles over her clit, keeping her on the edge while whispering tempting filth right into her ear, loud enough for me to hear fragments.
"Aaaah... yes... husband... ram it down my throat... make me gag... make me your filthy cocksleeve... hnnngh... I love choking on you... feeling you bulge my neck..."
"Feeling your balls slap my chin... aaaah... cum for me... cum hard... blast it down my throat... make me swallow... make me choke on your thick load... "
"I want it... I need it... let your wife drink every nasty rope... coat my guts with your cum... please... husband... give it to me... give it all to your desperate, gagging wife..."
I felt the pressure explode — balls drawing tight — and roared low, hands flying to the back of Samantha’s head, holding her down balls-deep as I thrust up into her throat.
"Fuck... wife... take it... swallow... aaaaa—"
Thick, hot ropes blasted straight down Samantha’s throat — pulse after violent pulse — flooding her mouth until it overflowed in creamy torrents.
She gagged hard — throat convulsing wildly around me — eyes bulging, tears streaming as the load backed up, bubbling from her nose in nasty white strands, dripping down her chin in messy floods.
She choked and sputtered — glurk-glurk — but didn’t pull away, swallowing frantically, gulping down every spurt while her lungs burned and her face turned red from the lack of air.
Cum leaked from the corners of her lips in thick, sticky ropes, running down her neck, coating her tits in glistening trails.