My lips were forced to open as wide as possible, and I let out an involuntary groan of pain, instinctively using my tongue to ward off the invasion of the foreign object.
But my actions seemed to excite Michael even more. As he thrust his hip to my mouth, I felt like I was about to suffocate.
Finally, Michael seemed to have lost his libido and was aware of my situation, so he stopped.
I quickly pushed him out of my mouth and started coughing awkwardly.
Michael reached out and touched my flushed face. Then, in an affectionate tone, he complained, "Why are you so delicate?"
I was choked to the point where my face was red, and my eyes were filled with tears. When I heard him say this, I glared at him.
However, I didn't know that the way I looked at him with tears in my eyes wasn't threatening at all. Instead, it incited a man's desire for further abuse.
"Are you that troubled?" Michael asked in a low and hoarse voice.
