He could barely move. I yanked him up, spun him, shoved him to his knees again. His face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, spit everywhere.

“Suck the taste of your own ass off me.”

He dove in like he was starving. Gagging, choking, drooling all over himself. I fucked his throat till he couldn’t breathe, till snot ran down his lip, till he was clawing at my thighs just to pull off for air.

I pulled out, slapped his face with my wet dick—left, right, left—smearing spit ...