When he fucks my mouth…I can come from that alone.  His size is just enough to make me feel the gag that makes my eyes water and my pussy all wet.  No one can fuck my mouth the way he does.  And I want it often, as often as he’ll give it to me.  At times I even beg.

“Fuck my mouth,” I say.  

He replies, without even looking up, “You have to request it from me nicely, and then maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Fuck my mouth please, Daddy.”

My request is met with silence, his back to me.  ”Why should I?” he asks.

“Because I’ve been a good girl, Daddy.  And I’m so horny.  All I want is your cock in my mouth.  Please, Daddy, please.”

And with that, he slowly glides to me, pushing me to the bed, shoving me against the headboard, ripping my shirt off in one single motion. He drops his pants, straddles my face, and buries his hard cock into my mouth, quickly and without hesitation.  I swallow him whole, gagging slightly within the first few thrusts. Spit dribbles down the sides of my mouth and my chin, dripping down to my chest, and I rub it into my tits, moaning slightly. My eyes water, but I love it.  When I can barely breathe and he takes my head in his hands and pounds his cock into my face, I love it even more.  I grunt and a low moan escapes my lips.  My pussy wettens just from the wild brutality of it all.

Eventually his thrusts settle into a rhythm, and I savor the feeling of his satiny steel shaft in my mouth, the fullness and the gentle throb.  I rub my clit as he does this, swirling my fingertips in the pool of pussy juice that has collected between my legs.  Within minutes, I come, and he fucks my mouth again, and all you can hear is both of us growling and writhing, like animals in heat.