Artis grinned down at her, his cock stretching her lips so wide it looked like she was trying to deep-throat a damn baguette.
"That's it, Mommy. Breathe through your nose. Slow and steady, like you're savoring your favorite dessert."
Juliana's nails dug into his thighs, her watery eyes locked on his smirking face.
'Favorite dessert? This is more like trying to swallow a fucking baseball bat!'
Her throat clenched involuntarily as the monster slid deeper, the wet, obscene sound of saliva and gagging filling the room like an erotic symphony.
She gagged hard but refused to back down, her determination fueling her every move.
'I'm not some bitch who gives up halfway. I'm gonna own this cock if it's the last thing I do!'
Artis groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
"Fuck, Mommy! You're a goddamn champ. Look at you, taking it like a pro."
