Lucy was gagging now, her neck and arms aching from being tied to the bed. Blackie’s thrusts were erratic, faster, and then he was frantically pushing himself into her mouth. With a hoarse cry, he came, filling her mouth with his hot load, holding her head in place with both hands.

Lucy felt the slick, salty liquid running down the back of her throat and she longed to spit the vile mess onto the floor but Blackie was still thrusting into her, his cock squirting the last of his cum ...