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I do as he commands, swallowing every drop, my throat squeezing around the head of his cock as he cums.
He withdraws from my mouth, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the intensity of the moment we just shared. My lips are swollen and sensitive, my body still pulsating with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.
The blindfold continues to shield me from the world, leaving me in a state of heightened vulnerability. The darkness heightens my other senses, as I remain kneeling before them, restrained and under their control.
I can sense movement around me before a hand brushes against my face, small touches against my skin as though moving strands of hair aside.
“You’re not done yet, Little Darling,” comes a modulated voice from above me.
They must have traded places. There is a difference to this voice, almost like it has a strained edge to it.
Something brushes against my sensitive lips and I flick my tongue out against it, tasting the leather of a glove. He growls in response and has a firm harsh grip on my hair seconds later.
I cry out at the forcefulness of it and he takes advantage of my open mouth, pushing his cock all the way into the back of my throat and making me gag. I feel the tears escaping my eyes, but they are just absorbed by whatever they have covering my face.
If the taste of him wasn’t different and if he wasn’t bigger, I would have thought it’s still the same person as the first time. The piercings along the underside are the same.
My body instinctively reacts and tries to pull away, but the grip on my hair keeps me in place, the discomfort and pleasure intensifying the sensations coursing through me. I focus on my breathing, trying to steady myself as he thrusts forcefully into my mouth. Each movement pushes my limits, testing the boundaries of my submission. Spit floods my mouth and drips down my chin, it's messy and wet and just seems to make him more feral.
I press my tongue up against his piercings on his next thrust.
The sound of his strained groans fills the air, mingling with the sound of my choked gasps. The darkness surrounds me, amplifying the raw intensity of the moment. I surrender to his control, allowing myself to be consumed by the forbidden desires that swirl within me.
My throat relaxes to accommodate his size, the resistance fading away as I become lost in the moment. Every flicker of his dominance fuels my own hidden desires, drawing me deeper into the dark abyss.
His grip on my hair tightens, guiding me with an unyielding force. I adapt to his rhythm, my mouth and throat accommodating his every thrust.
A gloved hand suddenly slides between my legs from behind, two fingers thrusting into my dripping wet pussy and rubbing against the front wall. A loud and long moan escapes me around the cock in my mouth.
“That’s it, Little Darling. Does being treated like our little slut turn you on? Are you this wet from choking on our cocks?” The modulated voice growling in my ear makes my whole body tremble as he moves his fingers almost violently inside of me.
I barely sense when a hand moves between my face and the body in front of me but nothing prepares me for his fingers closing over my nose and squeezing it closed as the cock in my mouth thrusts deep into my throat and stills there.
My airway constricts, my throat closing around him, and I feel the moment he cums down my throat as I choke on him. Panic surges through me as the grip on my nose cuts off my oxygen supply. I gasp, desperate for a breath, but there is no escape. The darkness around me becomes suffocating, mirroring the control he exerts over me.
In the midst of my struggle, a mix of fear and arousal intertwines, blurring the lines between pleasure and danger. I am at his mercy, completely vulnerable and under his command. Every movement, every sensation, increases the intensity of the moment.
Dizziness floods my body before pleasure rushes through me. My body shatters with the most explosive orgasm that I have ever felt, the intensity of it crashing over me like a tsunami. Waves of ecstasy rip through every fiber of my being, overwhelming the boundaries of pleasure and pain. The combination of the grip on my nose and the cock deep in my throat propels the pleasure to unimaginable heights.
As I surrender to it, my body feels weightless, as if I am floating outside of myself. The darkness that surrounds me seems to dissolve, replaced by a kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions. In this suspended state, my boundaries blur, and I am consumed by the all-encompassing pleasure that engulfs me.
Unable to control my body's response, I writhe and tremble, trapped in the grips of this mind-shattering climax. My moans and whimpers, muffled by the cock in my throat, reverberate throughout the room, mingling with the grunts and groans of the men dominating me.
The feelings of pleasure and darkness intertwine, and I am acutely aware of the forbidden nature of this encounter. But in this moment of euphoria, my desires eclipse all rational thought, leaving me solely focused on the ecstasy coursing through my veins.
As the orgasm gradually subsides, my body relaxes, floating back down to earth. The grip on my nose releases and the one in front of me withdraws from my mouth. I gasp for air, greedily filling my lungs. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, a potent reminder of the depths to which I have surrendered.
My chest heaves, lungs burning as oxygen floods my body once again. I cough, my body trembling from the intensity of the experience.
The silence is palpable, broken only by the sound of my ragged breaths. I remain on my knees, disoriented, yet yearning for more. I can sense them, observing me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. My body is a canvas for their darkest desires and I can't help but crave more.
Hands suddenly grip me, lifting and moving me until I feel the couch beneath my ass again before they let go.
Suddenly, light rushes into my eyes and I’m momentarily blinded. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and settle before I realize that in reality the light is only dim, coming only from one of the lamps in the room.
Blinking, I watch as they move to sit on the couch opposite the one they placed me on and I can’t help but frown. They are once again covered from head to toe, the same as the warehouse, the shadows of their hoods only giving hints of the skull masks they have back on their faces.
My hands are still secured behind my back. I frown as I try to shift my hands, and I glance in their direction before looking back at the figures opposite me with a raised eyebrow.
