Mischief shone in her eyes.
It shouldn’t, having been pushed to her knees, presented with his erect cock. She wanted to submit. Craved it.
But, she needed him to force her. Control her. To hold her head down, while she gagged on his cock. To only let her come up for a breath of air, then push her head down again, using her mouth as a fuck hole.
Holding his cock, she planted a silly kiss on the purple head, teasing him.
His hand snaked around her neck, and pushed her down, only briefly allowing her a gulp of air.
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