They had been fucking hard, savagely, for over 6 hours and Tony knew he was finished. He had used up the last of his reserves getting this far and he had nothing left. The score was 4-2 and she was sucking him mercilessly. He was done. Just one more final release and it would be over, his humiliation complete. Yet each time he felt his load rising, his cum about to burst from his straining cock, she pulled back. Again and again her hand would tighten around his balls forcing an agonized groan from his burning lungs as she forced him back from the edge.
“Com’on, bitch. You know you’re finished. You’re my bitch now, aren’t you? Say it! Fucking say it! Say you’re my bitch and I’ll let you cum. Say it, Bitch!”
“F… fu …. fuck you…cunt…” “Oh, please, please let me fucking come. Fuck dammit. Shit, please.
She gripped his balls tighter, feeling them throbbing in her hand as her tongue trailed a path of fire up along his shaft. He screamed as she twisted them, driving her mouth down his cock until he was buried in her undulating throat. The combination of ungodly pleasure and hellish pain driving him insane.
“Good boy. Keep fighting it. The longer you fight the harder I’m going to fucking break you. Your sex-fighting days are over. From here on your just my fucking cock-bitch. Say it. Say it, Bitch!”
She was right, he was breaking, moment by moment. His body was already broken. Now he could feel his will shattering like glass. It was only a matter of time until he gave her anything she wanted. He could feel her teeth running up his cock as she bit sharply at the tip of his cock. He found just enough strength to squirm, to scream.
“Com’on, bitch! Fight it! Break for me! Say it, Bitch!” She drove down again, twisting his balls in a vice.
OhmyGod…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!