I choked. Saliva was dripping down the corners of my lips and onto my brèàsts. He was face-fuckìng me with a steady rhythm, holding my hair with both hands. Every time the tip hit the back of my throat, he slipped out a “yes, swallow it, bìtch ,damn, you suck so good.” My eyes filled with tears. The salty and bitter taste filled my mouth. I pulled his dìck out just to breathe and gave long licks from his balls to the tip, sucking on the head hard while looking up at him. Just look at that slùtty face of yours when you’re sucking it , he said, giving me a light slap on the cheek .Keep going, don’t stop. I swallowed him again. This time, I used my hands to massage his balls while sucking eagerly. He started to moan louder. Stop it. If you keep going like this, I’m going to cúm in your mouth and I haven’t even properly fùcked you yet.

Damn, you look like a high-class slut, huh? He said, grabbing my a$$ with both hands, squeezing hard . What a nice a$$ you have, Jazmín. And those tìts… I’m going to enjoy every bit of them. He pushed me towards the bed. I sat on the edge while he took off his shirt. His belly hung a bit over the belt, with his tattooed, hairy arms. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to his crotch. Pull out your dìck and suck it like your life depends on it, come on. I unzipped him. His dìck was already hard, thick, with veins bulging and the head reddish, shining with pre-cùm. I smelled it. It smelled like man, sweat, and sèx. I grabbed it with my hand and took it in my mouth in one swift motion. He groaned and pushed my head forward. That’s it, little slùt. All the way down. I want you to gág on it, you hear me?