Chapter 380. I’m Not Just Going To Fill Her Mouth, But Her Stomach As Well!**

Chapter 380: 380. I’m Not Just Going To Fill Her Mouth, But Her Stomach As Well!**

She made sure to suck hard, letting the camera capture the way her cheeks hollowed and her throat visibly bulged as she took him deep.

"That’s it," Mike encouraged, the camera tilting as he watched her. "Show everyone well; show me exactly what you are."

Aveline leaned into the performance, her moans becoming more performative, more desperate.

"Mmmph!! Hnggg!! Ahhh!!" she cried out, knowing the microphone would catch every wet slap of her tongue and every choked gasp.

She began to stroke her own breasts again while maintaining the deep thrusts, creating a visual spectacle of complete, shameless devotion for his private collection.

The humiliation of being filmed had twisted into something far more potent: a performance of pure, unadulterated submission. Aveline could feel the heat of the camera lens on her skin as if it were a physical touch, and it pushed her to escalate, to show Mike exactly how far she was willing to go for his amusement.

She leaned into the role of the perfect, wrecked toy. With Mike watching through the screen, she began to vary her movements, turning her oral service into a choreographed display of devotion. She didn’t just suck; she orchestrated.

Slurp... schlick... gluck... mmmph!!

First, she used both hands to frame her own face, pulling her cheeks taut to emphasize how wide her mouth was stretching around his girth.

She looked directly into the camera lens with half-lidded, glazed eyes, letting Mike see the way her pupils dilated with every deep plunge.

Then, she shifted. She reached down, grabbing her own breasts with both hands and squeezing them hard, pulling them upward while her head bobbed frantically on his cock.

The camera captured the contrast perfectly: the soft, pale swell of her breasts being crushed by her own fingers while her throat worked relentlessly to accommodate his massive shaft.

"Mmmph! Hnggg ahhh!!" she cried out, the sound muffled but unmistakable as she deliberately took him so deep that her nose pressed against his pubic hair.

Mike let out a booming laugh of pure pride, the sound rich with satisfaction. "Fuck, Aveline, you’re a natural!"

"Look at you!" he exclaimed, adjusting the angle of the phone to get a better shot of her throat bulging from the inside. "That’s fucking perfect!"

"Look at how she handles it, just taking every inch without breaking."

Emboldened by his praise, Aveline pushed further. She moved her hands down to her own hips, spreading her legs wider even as she remained on her knees, presenting herself fully to the camera while her mouth remained locked on him.

She began to alternate between deep, throat-stretching thrusts and rapid, shallow sucking that produced a loud, wet clicking sound.

Click schlick... gluck... schlick slurp!

She wanted him to see everything the way her saliva glistened on his skin, the way her neck muscles corded with effort, and the way her entire body trembled under the strain of performing for him.

She started to use one hand to stroke her own clit through her panties while the other hand reached up to stroke his cock, guiding him in and out of her mouth as if she were directing the entire scene.

"Nnngh! Mmmph ahhh!! Hnggg!!" Her moans became more vocal, more performative, echoing off the walls of the room.

She knew the microphone was catching every wet slap of her tongue and every desperate gasp for air.

Mike’s breathing was growing heavier as he watched his own creation. "Yeah, just like that..."

"Show me how much you love being my camera girl! Show me how good you taste!"

The validation was like fuel to her fire. Aveline felt a surge of perverse pride; she wasn’t just being used, she was being admired.

She began to bob her head with increasing speed, her movements becoming a blur of motion. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat, then snapped it back to center to take him whole again.

GLUCK SCHLICK GLUCK SCHLICK!

The sounds were obscene, a wet symphony of debasement that filled the space between them. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, dark and hungry, proving to Mike and to the digital image he was capturing that she belonged to him completely, body and soul, captured forever in her moment of most delicious shame.

...

After what felt like an eternity of filming her submission, Mike finally lowered the phone, though the device remained active in his pocket.

The playful teasing was gone, replaced by something far more primal and dangerous. The satisfaction of having captured her degradation had pushed him past the point of restraint; he was no longer playing with his food; he was ready to consume it.

"Alright, Aveline," he growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that made her shiver. "I’ve seen enough."

"Now I want to feel you."

He stood up abruptly, forcing her to scramble backward on her knees. Before she could even wipe the saliva from her chin, Mike’s powerful hands descended on her.

He didn’t just hold her head this time; he seized it. His fingers dug into her scalp and jaw with bruising force, positioning her skull with the absolute authority of a man who knew exactly how to break something.

"Slow first," he commanded, his hips beginning to roll.

He started with devastatingly slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement was a controlled invasion, forcing his cock to slide millimeter by millimeter past her lips, past her tongue, and deep into the sensitive flesh of her throat.

The sensation was overwhelming; the slow stretch was so intense it felt like her throat was being reshaped around him.

Sssllluuurrrpp... gluck... schlick...

"Nnngh... mmphh!!" Aveline’s eyes went wide as her throat muscles involuntarily spasmed around his girth.

She couldn’t help herself; she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his thick, muscular thighs. She clung to him like a lifeline, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself against the relentless invasion.

Then, without warning, the rhythm shattered.

"Now, take it all!" Mike roared.

The slow grind exploded into a violent, piston-like assault.

Mike began thrusting with terrifying speed and power, each stroke slamming into her with enough force to make her entire body recoil. His grip on her head tightened painfully, his knuckles white as he drove her face up and down against his pelvis.

THUD GLUCK! THUD GLUCK! THUD GLUCK!

"AAAAHHH MMMPH!! HNGGG!! MMMMFF!!" The sounds escaping her were no longer human; they were raw, guttural cries of overwhelmed sensation.

Her throat was being absolutely ruined, the repeated impact against her soft palate sending waves of shock through her system. Her jaw felt like it was being unhinged; her cheeks flushed crimson as she struggled to keep up with the inhuman tempo.

Aveline could feel the shift in him. The way his breathing had become ragged gasps, the way his thighs were quivering with restrained energy, and most tellingly, the way his grip on her head had become almost desperate, punishing.

He wasn’t just fucking her mouth anymore; he was fighting for control against his own climax.

’He’s going to cum,’ she realized through the haze of pain and ecstasy. ’He’s finally going to cum!’

The realization sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder, her tongue working frantically around the head of his cock as she met every brutal thrust with an eager bob of her head.

She wanted to be the reason he broke. She wanted to feel the moment his control finally snapped.

"Fuck, Aveline! You’re... you’re fucking killing me!" Mike groaned, his hips bucking wildly. "Hold on... hold on tight!"

The thrusts became even more erratic and violent, the wet, slapping sounds of his cock hitting her lips echoing like gunshots in the room.

Slap schlick gluck slap!

Aveline’s vision began to spark with white light. Her throat felt raw, stretched to the absolute limit of its capacity, but she didn’t care.

The pain had been completely subsumed by the sheer, overwhelming power of his climax approaching. She clung to his thighs tighter, her nails leaving crescent marks in his tan skin, as she prepared to receive the storm he was about to unleash.

The violence of Mike’s movements reached a fever pitch that felt less like sex and more like a collision. His thrusts became short, lightning-fast stabs that drove his cock to the very back of her throat with enough force to make her skull rattle against his pelvis.

His grip on her face was absolute, his thumbs pressing into her cheekbones as he anchored her in place, ensuring she couldn’t move even an inch away from the coming storm.

"I’m cumming! Fuck, Aveline! Take it all!" Mike’s voice was a guttural roar of pure surrender.

The first jet hit her like a physical blow. Aveline’s eyes flew wide as a hot, thick stream of semen exploded against the back of her throat.

Her initial instinct was shock; the sheer volume of it was impossible, a torrent that seemed to defy biology. But before she could even process the sensation, more followed.

Splurt... splurt... splurt! Splurt, splurt, splurt!

The flood was relentless. Because Mike held her face so tightly against him, there was nowhere for the liquid to go but down.

Aveline felt the warm, viscous fluid filling her mouth instantly, overwhelming her tongue. She tried to gasp for air, but the overflow was so immense that she found herself involuntarily swallowing just to keep from choking.

"Mmmph!! Hnggg gluck mmph!!"