Darius's hips stuttered erratically in the moon-dappled garden, the wet schlurp-schlurp of his massive cock throat-fucking me deeper into the dew-soaked grass echoing obscenely amid the thorny rose thickets, petals scattering like blood under our frenzy.
His veiny length—nine inches of flushed, throbbing girth—pulsed like a living heartbeat against my spasming throat walls, stretching my jaw to a burning ache, flared purple head battering my tonsils with every brutal, possessive snap.
"Fuck yes—take it all, my pathetic puppet whore," he grunted husky and low, silver eyes rolling back in raw ecstasy, brutal grip yanking my loose golden hair like fucking reins to force the perfect angle, strands tangled in his fist.
"Don't like you one goddamn bit... hate your whiny little voice begging for mercy, your weak decrees that change nothing... but this hot, small mouth?"
