Charlotte knew she may have been naive but she wasn't stupid. She couldn't afford to make the brutish German angry. He was a killer.
She had no choice.
Just as the horrible voice in her head had urged, she tried to pretend there was a happy lollipop in her mouth rather than a large, fleshy cock. Her tongue swirled experimentally around the base of the pole of manhood invading her mouth.
The effect was almost immediate. The tattoo covered man let out a relaxed sigh. The grip he had of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, loosened. Charlotte discovered she was able to move her head a little more.
Carefully, Charlotte eased backwards a little, making sure her tongue sloshed lovingly around the rapist's penis. She could breathe a little more easily now. She tilted her head a little, trying to get a better angle, trying not to catch sight of the way the wolfish man watched her closely. He was cleary enjoying the experience.
Her head slammed forward as the German unexpectedly yanked her towards his hips again, forcing his cock roughly back down her throat. Charlotte could feel the gag reflect rising in her throat. Even as the tears welled in her eyes she tried to fight it. She knew she'd be in trouble if the heavily muscled man started to use his strength against her any more than he already was.
Once again she played the lollipop game, teasing the cock in her mouth with her swirling tongue. Once again she eased her head backwards.
~Don't fight it...~ urged the thong.
It was a warning. Once again the German rammed her open throat back over the entire length of his cock. She did better this time, not fighting, there was less of a gagging reflex - it was getting easier to breathe.
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