Azalea just gazed at him, eyes full of obedience. She was happy being treated like a tool for Belial to use whenever he pleases.
It feels amazing being choked by cock with that handsome man. His charm was enough to make her legs buckle.
"Hngg~" so she moaned in pleasure.
Belial smirked, knowing that the woman was in his mercy. He pulled her off only to slam her back down, fucking her throat with brutal force.
Her gags turned to choking moans, spit bubbling at her lips. Her face, as red as her hair, was a picture of ruin and devotion.
Each time he rammed against her throat, her body jolted, eyes watering until tears streamed down her face.
She gagged, coughed, drooled, but still she pressed forward, desperate to endure.
To prove herself.
"Look at you, my lady," Belial mocked in a wicked grin.
"A noble crawling on the floor, face ruined with spit, choking on a cock of your commoner therapist. Betrayed your husband with low born."
He pulled her hair enough for her to gasp, saliva stringing from her lips to his shaft. "Pathetic… and yet, so beautiful like this."
Azalea's cheeks flamed with shame and heat. She didn't have the breath to answer.
Her only reply was to swallow his cock again, her throat convulsing around his length as if begging for more.
"Good girl," Belial groaned, his hips snapping forward with a sharp thrust. "If you want my release, you'll earn it."
He began to fuck her mouth ruthlessly again, using her throat like a tight, wet hole made only for him.
The obscene glrk, glrk of her gags filled the room, saliva gushing down her chin in messy streams. Even splattered on her chest and nice dress.
Her mascara ran, eyes red, nose dripping, but she didn't pull away. Her entire body shook from lack of air, but she still let him use her
Azalea loved it, the way he mocked her, the way his eyes looked at her like she was a parasite, his penis felt like a hot rod inside her throat. It all feels new to her and amazing.
She wanted more.
"Ahhh damn…" Belial hissed, sweat beading on his brow.
The sight of her doe eyes staring up at him, brimming with tears, made his cock throb violently. Every gag was like a squeeze, her throat milking him closer to release.
Azalea could barely think anymore. Her lungs screamed, her chest burned, but her mind was fogged with lust and desperation.
She wanted to win, wanted to please him, wanted to feel his reward no matter the cost.
"Enough." Belial snarled suddenly, shoving her head down until his cock buried fully in her throat.
Her vision blurred as he held her there, his grip iron in her hair.
"Take it, devour my seed, my lady."
His cock swelled, pulsing violently, and then he came. Hot streams of seed shot down her throat, thick and unrelenting.
Azalea gagged and coughed, her body convulsing as she tried to swallow, but he didn't let her go.
He forced her to drink every drop, his release flooding her belly until she thought she might choke to death.
When at last he released her hair, she collapsed forward, coughing and gasping for breath.
Cum and saliva spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin onto the floor.
Belial leaned back in his chair, chest rising slowly, eyes glittering with satisfaction and cruelty carved his face.
He tilted her chin up with his fingers, forcing her teary gaze to meet his.
"You did well, Lady Azalea," he murmured, his smirk sharp and merciless.
"Filthy… ruined… but you endured. That earns you your reward."
Her lips trembled, her throat raw, but she nodded weakly, eyes glazed with lust and hunger.
"My wish, Mr. Belial…"
Belial chuckled. "Ah, right. I would never break my promise." He tapped the table beside him. "Lay your upper body here, my lady."
Azalea blinked in confusion, but she obeyed. Rising, she lifted her dress and leaned forward, pressing her big breasts against the cold wood. Her ass arched high, shamelessly inviting him.
She finally realized what would happen and it made her shiver with excitement.
Belial stood, lifting her dress higher, exposing her cute underwear. He peeled it down slowly until it slipped off her thighs.
Beneath the long linen garment, her pussy glistened, already soaking wet, aching to be ruined.
His long fingers traced her puffy slit, pressing lightly, then dragging up and down to brush her clit. Azalea gasped, her nails digging into the table.
"Ngghh~ Mr. Belial…" Her moan cracked, desperate.
Every time his thumb pressed her clit, her whole body jolted. "Please…"
"Be patient, Lady Azalea. I need to stretch your vagina wet, or you won't be able to handle mine."
His voice was low, and hot. She bit her lips hard, remembering the thickness of his cock choking her throat earlier.
Just picturing it stuffing her pussy full made her legs shake.
He smirked as her entrance twitched, begging to be filled. Sliding one finger inside, he found her walls immediately clenching, sucking greedily at him. Her slickness coated his knuckle.
He leaned to her ear, whispering. "Lady Azalea… your body really has a talent for being a slut, you know?"
Another finger slipped in alongside the first, making her whimper helplessly.
"Hnggg… I-I just wanted to be yours," she moaned, her hips wriggling, ass swaying, begging for more.
Belial only laughed, scissoring his fingers, stretching her tighter hole wide, getting it ready for the cock she craved.
"Ohhh! Mr… Belial!" she cried, her voice raw and shameless.
Her pussy gushed as his pace quickened, the wet sounds echoing lewdly in the room. Slick mess dripped down her thighs and onto the floor.
His fingers thrust deep, twisting, curling until her body convulsed. Her hole spasmed, sucking at him desperately.
"I-I think… I think something's cumiinghhh!!!"
Her eyes went wide as his fingers rammed her sweet spot, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her trembling frame.
"Come, my lady. Release it all," he whispered like a command.
"YESSHH!! CUMINGGHH!!!"
Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and messy. Her body convulsed, juices squirting out, splattering the table and floor.
Her legs gave out completely, and she collapsed, trembling, weak, dripping in her own mess.
She panted wildly, her chest heaving, her heart racing so loud she barely heard him.
"Lady Azalea… do you still want to continue?"
Slowly, she turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened at the sight, Belial's cock, stiff and throbbing, ready again. She licked her lips, grinning through her exhaustion.