Chapter 379. I Haven’t Come A Single Semen Yet... And Now I’ll Record Her**

Chapter 379: 379. I Haven’t Come A Single Semen Yet... And Now I’ll Record Her**

She stopped fighting the intrusion and started embracing it, beginning to bob her head up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm that matched his power.

Gluck... gluck... schlick... mmmph!

The sounds were wet and rhythmic, the sound of her throat being repeatedly overwhelmed. As she worked to accommodate him, a delirious question began to echo through her mind, cutting through the haze of pleasure.

’Why does this feel so good?’ she wondered, her thoughts fragmented and hazy. ’My throat should be screaming in pain.’

’It should feel like I’m being torn apart. But the pain is... it’s gone. It’s all gone.’

’Every time he slams into the back of my throat, it feels like electricity shooting straight to my womb.’

’Getting my throat used like this... being forced to take him so deep... why does it feel better than anything I’ve ever known?’

The cognitive dissonance was intoxicating. The violation of her body had become her greatest ecstasy.

Mike seemed to read the desperation in her eyes, the way her pupils had dilated until there was almost no color left.

"You like being my toy, don’t you?" he provoked, his hands tightening on her hair. "You like how I control exactly how much you can take."

"Mmmph! Nnngh hnggg!" she could only respond with muffled sounds of affirmation.

Then, the tempo changed. Mike’s hands began to move faster.

He wasn’t just guiding her head anymore; he was working it. He started to thrust his hips with increasing violence while his hands jerked her head up and down in a rapid-fire motion.

Slap schlick gluck slap schlick gluck!

The pace became inhuman. Aveline’s head began to bob faster and harder, her neck muscles straining under the dual assault of his hips and his hands.

The impact of his cock hitting the back of her throat became a continuous, pounding sensation that left her breathless. Her jaw was stretched to its breaking point, and her cheeks flushed crimson from the exertion.

"AHHHH MMMPH!! HNGGG!!" The muffled screams that tore from her throat were raw and primal.

She was no longer thinking; she was simply reacting to the overwhelming flood of sensation. The faster he moved, the more her body dissolved into pure reflex.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, trying to meet him, while her hands gripped his thighs so hard her knuckles turned white.

The world narrowed down to the wet, slapping sound of flesh against flesh, the taste of him filling her mouth, and the terrifying, wonderful feeling of her throat being pushed to its absolute limit over and over again.

Just as Aveline felt she might lose consciousness from the sheer intensity of the oral assault, Mike suddenly yanked himself free.

The wet, sucking sound of his cock sliding out of her throat, plop shlick, left her gasping, her mouth hanging open in a dazed, slack-jawed expression as saliva pooled at the corners of her lips.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice rough and impatient.

Weak-kneed and trembling from the adrenaline crash, Aveline obeyed. Her legs felt like jelly as she rose to her feet, her vision swimming.

Before she could catch her breath, Mike’s hands were on her shoulders, shoving her backward with surprising force. She fell onto the bed with a soft thud, the mattress cushioning her impact as she sprawled out, her chest heaving.

But there was no reprieve. Mike didn’t climb into bed beside her; instead, he positioned himself directly over her face.

Aveline looked up, her eyes wide and hazy, as the massive shadow of his cock loomed above her like a monument. When he lowered himself, standing on his powerful thighs, she didn’t even flinch.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, showing only the whites as she surrendered completely to her role as his vessel.

"Open wide, Aveline... Show me how much you need it," he growled.

Without hesitation, she parted her lips. Mike began to descend, driving his cock back into her mouth with the full weight of his body.

But he didn’t just thrust his hips; he began to perform controlled, deep squats directly over her face. Each downward motion was a devastating plunge that buried him to the hilt in her throat, while each upward motion pulled him back just far enough to let her gasp for air.

THUD GLUCK. THUD GLUCK. THUD GLUCK.

The sound of his cock slamming against her lips and the wet slap of his thighs against her cheeks created a primal rhythm.

"Nnngh! Mmmph hnggg!! Ahhh!!" Aveline’s muffled screams echoed from behind the wall of flesh she was forced to swallow.

Her head was pinned beneath the weight of his movements, her neck straining to accommodate the relentless pounding.

As Mike’s squats became more aggressive, his thrusts became more violent. He was using her mouth like a piston, his cock jackhammering against her soft palate and throat.

Aveline’s hands instinctively flew to his hips, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming force, but her other hand wandered downward.

The need for release was unbearable. While her mouth was occupied with the gargantuan task of swallowing him, her fingers found their way beneath the soaked fabric of her panties.

She began to stroke herself frantically, her fingers sliding through her own juices as she tried to match the frantic pace of his squats.

Squish... squelch... slap... gluck...

"Mmmph!! HHHNNNGGHH!!" The combination was devastating.

The deep, rhythmic pounding in her throat combined with the sharp, electric stimulation of her clit sent her spiraling into a state of pure, unthinking ecstasy. She was caught between two fires: the overwhelming fullness in her throat and the building storm between her legs.

Mike’s squats grew faster, his breathing turning into guttural grunts.

"That’s it... take it all... swallow every fucking inch!" he roared, his thighs quivering with exertion as he drove himself deeper and deeper with every downward plunge.

Aveline’s mind was gone. There was no Aveline anymore; there was only sensation.

The feeling of his cock stretching her throat to the point of bursting, the wet friction against her tongue, the relentless weight of his body, and the desperate friction of her own fingers.

Her eyes remained rolled back, her body twitching in rhythm with his squats as she descended into a bottomless pit of pleasure, her muffled moans becoming a continuous, desperate song of surrender.

...

The relentless rhythm of Mike’s squats finally slowed as he pulled back, leaving Aveline panting against the sheets, her throat throbbing with a dull, satisfied ache. As she tried to collect her thoughts, a dawning realization washed over her through the haze of arousal.

She had been expecting the climax, the explosive release that would signal the end of this marathon, but it never came.

Despite the violence of his thrusts and the sheer intensity of his performance, Mike hadn’t come once. He had been teasing her, pushing her to the absolute brink of surrender only to pull away at the last possible second, prolonging her desperation.

"You’re cruel, Mike..." she tried to whimper, but her voice was wrecked, little more than a hoarse whisper.

Mike didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved away from her face, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

Aveline, driven by an almost animalistic need to keep him satisfied, immediately crawled forward. She didn’t wait for an invitation; she simply wrapped her lips around his cock again, resuming her devoted service, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of the shaft.

Schlick... slurp... gluck...

The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of her mouth and her ragged breathing. But then, a strange glint of light caught her peripheral vision.

Aveline paused mid-suction, her eyes darting upward. Mike was holding his phone in one hand, the camera lens pointed directly at her face.

Panic and confusion warred in her chest. Her mouth was still full, her tongue still slick with his pre-cum, making coherent speech nearly impossible.

She pulled back just enough to create a small opening, her hands shaking as she raised her palm to cover her eyes, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability.

"Mmm...? Are you recording? Mmph..." she stammered, the words slurring together in a wet, desperate mess. "Are you recording me like this? Mmmph!!"

The humiliation stung, but beneath it was a twisted thrill. She felt exposed, captured in this moment of raw, unbridled debasement.

Mike let out a deep, rich laugh that vibrated through the air.

"Relax, Aveline," he said, his voice smooth and utterly unrepentant. "I’m not going to post this anywhere."

"This is just for me. A little trophy of how well you take care of your man."

He lowered the phone slightly but kept the recording active. "But since I’m already filming..."

His eyes darkened with a new kind of mischief. "I want you to pose for the camera."

"I want to see that pretty, wrecked face of yours while you work... Show me how much you love being my little slut."

Aveline’s heart hammered against her ribs. "Nnngh... Mike, please... mmmph..."

"Do it, Aveline! Now!" His tone wasn’t angry, but it carried that same undeniable weight of command that she had grown to crave.

Trembling, she obeyed. She didn’t cover her eyes this time.

Instead, she looked directly into the lens, her hair disheveled, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She forced herself to maintain eye contact with the camera, letting Mike see the raw hunger and the complete surrender in her expression.

She lowered her head again, deliberately taking him back into her mouth with an exaggerated motion.

GLUCK.