**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
“Glurgh.. Glurgh…Glurgh…” The choking sound filled the four corners of my room. My knees were sore and so was my jaw, but Mr Meacham was relentless. Its been nearly three hours since he had his way with me. Three hours of intense humiliation and pleasure. As my milky body was covered in male batter, my eyeliner was making patterns over my face, as it shook back and forth, spittle and sperm mixing and creating a rather primal aroma. I was lost in ecstasy as my rather used and puffy vagina dripped cum from my folds. My bum was covered in red hand-prints as he had spanked me like a disobedient child during my initial struggle. I quickly learnt to embrace the dark void inside and let him claim me. He was a rather virile man, being in his sixties, though feeling his belly overflow onto my fleshy tummy was a new experience. And slightly amusing, though I never dared show it. He allowed me to go to the toilet twice to relieve myself, but he insisted I pleasure him while I did so. It was dirty yet oddly arousing. One thing I did appreciate though, was the foreplay. He took his time with me, ever since dragging me to room, pushing me onto my bed as I lost my balance and fell flat.