Sharon had never before been so aware of the feel of cock. It was almost as if she had become a part of him, like the rubbery, loose foreskin. If only it could happen differently, she thought, it might be wonderful. As it was, however, with the pain riddling her body, and suffering this humiliation, all she could think of was to get away.

"Suck it, whore!" Brad commanded, grabbing her by the hair and pounding her face violently into his crotch. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

Sharon thought she would choke to death. She fumbled with the tight bonds at her wrists, but any movement seemed only to make it worse. She felt her flesh tear, her fingers grow numb. Her wrists were throbbing just like the head of his cock.

"Mmmffff!" she gasped, twisting her head to the side so she could breathe. The precious air burned into her lungs, caused her face to flush. She exhaled, then sucked in another gasp of air.

"All right," Brad grunted. "If your little pussy is half as good, it's gonna be fucking perfect to screw you."

Sharon could only imagine what his monstrous cock would do to her pussy. Christ, her husband was huge and sometimes it hurt when he fucked her. Only heaven knew what this animal would do to her. She probably wouldn't walk right for months!

Again she tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter. It was no use, she realized. He was just too big, too strong for her. She could only kneel there and suffer the humiliation.

Suffer?

Hadn't she practically asked for this?

Well, no. Not this. She wanted to be taken, to enjoy a different man, sure. But he was so cruel, treating her like a piece of shit.

"Hang on, bitch," the man said, interrupting her thoughts, "I've got a load of cum just begging to get sucked out. Get fucking ready to eat it."

Big, huge cock, and now his cum. If his cock was going to be any measure of the amount of jism he had, she was in for a cum bath! She might even choke to death on it.