Your mouth is full of Laura's pussy juice. You look up at her, slavish and pathetic, and she smiles at you. "Smallow my cum" she orders.
You can barely hold it all in your mouth. You cough a bit, letting some of her squirt sputter out of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The girls giggle and taunt you - you hear them calling you a bitch, teasing you and telling you to swallow. Laura stands up and presses the ball of her foot against your lips. "Swallow" she tells you again.
With traces of tears in your eyes you begin to succumb to her will. It takes two gulps to get all of her juice down. You can feel it sliding down your throat, thick and salty. You've never felt lower in your entire life. Your stomach squirms and heaves. The taste is overpowering, the texture of it makes you feel violently ill. Laura watches you struggle with her squirt. The look in your eyes, a look of utter submission to her pleasure, gives her such a sinister satisfaction. She slides her toes down your throat.
"Good boy" she croons.
"Please". You mutter, not caring anymore how worthless you sound. "Let me go now." |