decaying winter valorii

“All I ever wanted was to change the world, to make it a better place where the weak wouldn’t be stepped on and enslaved, where freedom was a right instead of a privilege. I pushed myself, I struggled, I suffered, all for that goal, and survival is the best I could accomplish? If I have to focus only on survival, to be grateful just for staying alive, then how am I supposed to change anything? How am I any different from those who do nothing to fix this broken, corrupt reality?”

“Good. Then you’ll have lots of cum for me tonight.” With that, she began sucking my cock hard, dragging her fingernails across my taint and balls, stretching the skin. As her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making her motion stop. I pushed my cock into her mouth, she couldn’t dodge me. When the head hit the back of her throat, I held her tight and pushed harder, trying to get my dick down her throat. Suddenly she coughed and gagged and I let her off my cock. When she stopped coughing, she said

“Thank you, Rachel,” I gasped, blushing brightly in embarrassment, my too-sensitive dick still held tightly in her hand. I knew I'd just end up saying it anyways, if she had to go back to squeezing my balls again, so I might as well just give her what she wanted without complaint, and save myself the pain. “Thank you for making me cum with your huge, amazing cock!”