Her throat swelled and relaxed, swelled and relaxed, the outline of his girth sliding visibly up and down her neck. Drool poured off her chin in ropes. Her breasts swung like church bells with every stroke of her throat, slapping wetly against the marble altar.
"Now THIS," he groaned, hips rolling, "is the throat of a bitch. Centuries of seduction and it was wasted on kissing. This is what this neck was built for."
'His cock... it's in my throat... I drained emperors with my lips and never once let them use me like this... GLUCK... my womb is full of SWORD and I can't... I can't think around it...'
"GLLHK... GLLGHK... MMNLGH~..."
He pulled free of her mouth with a wet pop and left her gasping, lips swollen, mascara of tears running.
He circled behind her, dragging the tatters of her dress off her hips, baring the thick globes of her ass, the cheeks full and pale and spread around the intrusion buried in her pussy.
