I look down as I grip a mass of wild, ebony hair. Pale blue eyes glance up and back away before darting to meet mine once again as I grip the mass of hairspray–and god knows what else–harder. Her technique is admirable; minimal gagging, doe-eyed, submissive, using her hands when needed and her mouth as the main attraction. I’m sure she’s had a lot of practice.
We started the scene with some light impact play, her cheeks are still reddened from my hand, makeup smeared from tears and spit, and I feel… nothing. I’ve been given a lot of freedom in how I want to shoot this scene, and this girl said she was down for anything. I’m pretty sure her exact words were to treat her like a whore. This girl was sweet, told me her name was Ashley–or maybe it was Brooke. On the outside, you would never assume she was interested in having me slap and choke her into tears, to shove my cock so far down her throat I can see it pulse through her throat, but I suppose that’s part of the beauty of this world.