His hand squeezes my throat, telling me silently to open my eyes and meet his in the mirror before us. Moaning, I obey and stare at his hands framing my body, one between my legs with his fingers pinching my clit, the other wrapped around my neck forcing my head up and to the side. His teeth are fastened into my shoulder and I shiver harder as his dark eyes meet mine and slide over my skin. I can hear the wet sound of his balls smacking against my thighs and pussy, spreading my juices over both of us. I mewl as he speeds up and the noise is muffled by the round ball in my mouth, the small holes letting me gasp for air as another string of saliva drips from my chin. In my head I’m pleading for more and he smiles when he catches the desperation in my face. Slowing down he releases my shoulder and throat, kissing my neck as I cry out in pain, his teeth leave my skin and the blood rushes to fill the harsh bruise he left. I can feel his satisfaction as the mark darkens and he nibbles my ear.
“Such a good, responsive little slut. And just whose cum dump are you slut?”
I whimper, trying to push my hips back to meet him as he slows down further, torturing me with slow deep thrusts.
“Whose are you?” He pinches my nipples hard and I yelp, trying to say his name around the gag.
“Good girl,” petting down my body, he grips my hips tightly and pushes me down with his chest. I willingly collapse and inch my legs wider before trying to brace myself. He pulls me back toward him as he grinds his hips forward, filling me completely and leaving me breathless with wide eyes.
He grips my non-marked shoulder and forces me to look up again, to watch us in the mirror.
