Her lungs burned.
It was not uncommon for their evenings to be filled with rough, kinky fucking, but nothing about tonight had been anything other then passionately vanilla.
Her eyes watered.
She had dropped to her knees to give him a break from the doggy style pounding he had been working hard to maintain. Her reward in turn was a cock down her usually accommodating throat that refused to leave willingly.
She struggled.
She braced her hands on both her lover's hips, pushing him out of her mouth and desperately gasping for air.
He kneeled down to her level. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently. "You can cum"...he lightly griped her chin and raised her eyes to meet his..."or you can breathe." " Do you understand?" She understood...she nodded. He stood, gripped a handful of her shoulder length hair, and returned her mouth to his manhood, pushing down her throat, and premising her to tend to her own pleasure.
She worked fast, blinded by tears and almost unable to hear his moans over the wet, choking grunts projecting from her own mouth. Her fingers worked her clit, barely able to concentrate on pleasing the man in front of her who took it upon himself to thrust in and out of her throat, unless she made him break to catch her breath.
Again and again she abandoned her needs to instinctively press her hands, slick with her own wetness, back on his waist to open her airway. Each time she frantically worked her cunt edging closer to the final explosion she craved, always kept at bay by her most basic instinct for survival.
The cock pressed far into her mouth. The fire in her pelvis burned intensely. Tears of desperation, for what she wasn't exactly sure, streaked black eyeliner down her cheeks. She freed herself again and huffed loudly, filling her lungs with life giving oxygen.
