She was treating him with a sort of reverent curiosity, her licks light and sweeping, her tongue darting around the head as if she were tasting a fine, delicate confection. She was savoring the flavor, treating his cock like a precious, sugary delicacy she wanted to prolong.
But Mike wasn’t looking for reverence. He was looking for hunger.
A low, dissatisfied grunt rumbled in his chest, vibrating through his entire body. He reached down, his large hand tangling in her hair, not to pull her away, but to guide her with a sudden, rough intensity.
"Stop that," he growled, his voice dripping with annoyance. "What the fuck are you doing, Haruka?"
"You’re licking like I’m so goddamn piece of candy! Like you’re tasting a strawberry popsicle!"
He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head to tilt back so she had to look up at his darkened, commanding eyes.
"I’m not a dessert, you little slut," he hissed, his smirk returning, sharper and more predatory than before. "You don’t ’savor’ a man like , but you devour him!"
"You don’t lick like you’re afraid you’ll ruin the flavor; you take what you want like a starving animal!"
"You’re supposed to be desperate for this, rember? You’re supposed to be fucking dying for a taste!"
He shoved his cock back toward her mouth, the movent much more forceful this ti, almost bruising.
"Don’t be gentle," he commanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Stop being so polite!"
"Use your mouth like you an it!"
"Suck it like you’re trying to drain the very life out of !"
"Show that you’re the hungry, frustrated woman you claid to be, or so help , I’ll leave you to your pathetic little toys."
Mike didn’t wait for her to adjust. He was tired of her tentative, dainty movents; he wanted to see her struggle, to see her truly overwheld by the sheer scale of him.
He reached down, his massive hands framing her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks with a firm, unyielding pressure.
"Watch," he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "This is how a real woman handles a man like ."
Without a second of warning, he lunged forward. He didn’t just slide into her mouth; he drove his massive, throbbing length deep, forcing his way past her lips, past her tongue, and straight into the back of her throat in one violent, unrelenting motion.
Haruka’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. The sensation was terrifying. It wasn’t just the fullness; it was the sensation of her internal anatomy being forcibly rearranged.
As the head of his cock slamd against the back of her throat, she felt a strange, heavy pressure deep in her chest, a sensation so intense and foreign it felt almost dangerous, as if his sheer mass were pushing against her very lungs.
"Mmph! Gllrrp!" she let out a choked, muffled sound, her hands flying up to grasp at his muscular thighs to steady herself. Her eyes watered instantly, and her throat felt like it was being stretched to its absolute limit.
Mike didn’t care about her discomfort. In fact, he thrived on it. He gripped his own hips, his knuckles white, and began to take a modicum of control, guiding the rhythm of the thrusts.
He was testing her, seeing how much of his enormous girth she could actually accommodate.
But then, his eyes darkened with a truly sadistic pleasure. He decided he wasn’t done playing with her. He stopped trying to be "controlled" and began to use her head like a fucking toy.
He began to pump his hips with a brutal, rhythmic force, treating her mouth like a sleeve. He was driving himself in so deep, so aggressively, that her entire head was being jerked back and forth by the sheer montum of his thrusts.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He was bottoming out in her throat with every lunge, the massive head of his cock completely stuffing her airway, leaving her gasping for air between the heavy, rhythmic slams.
"GLURRGK~! GLCK~! MRGH~!"
’Oh god... it’s too much!’ Haruka’s mind was a whirlwind of panic and primal ecstasy. ’He’s... he’s going to split open!’
’It’s so deep... it feels like he’s touching my very soul.’
’My throat is completely full... there’s no room to breathe, no room to think... just him.;
’Just this massive, hot, pulsing weight filling every inch of !’
She was being completely dominated, her head tossed back and forth like a ragdoll as Mike hamred into her. He was relentless, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent, forcing her to swallow him whole over and over again.
She was no longer a woman; she was a vessel, a living toy being used to satisfy the ego and the hunger of the man who had finally, utterly, broken her.
Mike finally pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air, though he kept his hand firmly tangled in her hair, maintaining his dominance. He didn’t let her go, instead using her as a guide as he backed toward the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and then reclined, pulling her head along with him so she was forced to crawl between his legs, her face hovering inches from his pulsing manhood.
As he lay back, he let out a long, satisfied groan, watching her as she began to work on him again. This ti, she was different.
The panic had been replaced by a desperate, hungry competence. She used her tongue with a newfound ferocity, swirling around the head and sliding her lips down the shaft with a rhythmic suction that showed she was finally learning the "language" of his body.
Mike let out a low, mocking chuckle, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
"Well, look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Suddenly you’re a fucking pro."
"What happened to the innocent, shy Haruka?" Mike grinned. "You must spend a hell of a lot of ti watching porn when you think no one’s looking, don’t you?"
"To know how to move your mouth like that without even telling you... you’ve been practicing your ’dirty’ little hobbies, haven’t you?"
Haruka froze. The sting of his words hit her harder than the physical sensation of his cock. He was attacking the one thing she still tried to hold onto her sense of decency.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with his pre-cum, her eyes flashing with a sudden, defiant spark.
"You think you’re so much better than him?" she snapped, her voice trembling but sharp. "You think you’re so god? You know... Ren is a gentleman..."
"He’s careful, and he doesn’t treat a woman like a piece of at."
"When he tries to do this... he’s so gentle, so sweet... that he usually ends up cumming in like two minutes because he’s so overwheld by !"
"He’s so sensitive because he actually cares!"
Mike stared at her for a second, and then he erupted into a loud, boisterous laugh that filled the entire room. It was a cruel, mocking sound that made Haruka’s blood boil.
"He cums in two minutes?!" Mike roared, clutching his stomach. "That’s not ’sensitivity,’ Haruka, that’s weakness!"
"That’s a man who can’t handle the heat! He’s a little boy playing at being a man, and you’re just a girl playing along with his little fantasy!"
"He’s a fucking amateur!"
"Shut up!" Haruka hissed, her face flushing a deep crimson. "Just shut the fuck up!"
Driven by a sudden, uncharacteristic surge of rage, she decided to teach him a lesson. If he thought he was the master, she would show him what a real "slut" could do.
She lunged forward, but this ti, there was no hesitation and no gentleness. "Mrrggghhh! Grrrggghhhh! Bleerrgghh~!"
She wrapped her hands tightly around the base of his massive cock, anchoring herself, and plunged her mouth over him with a violent, aggressive force. She used her teeth not to bite but to graze the underside of the shaft in a way that sent jolts of pure electricity through him.
She sucked with a vacuum-like intensity, her throat working frantically to take as much of him as possible, her tongue lashing against him like a whip. She was attacking him with her mouth, trying to overwhelm him, trying to make him feel the sa "weakness" he mocked in Ren.
Mike’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, and a massive, triumphant grin spread across his face.
He didn’t look insulted; he looked absolutely delighted. He leaned his head back against the pillow, his hips involuntarily bucking upward to et her aggressive assault.
"Yeah... there you go!" he groaned, his voice thick and strained. "That’s it! Fight with it! Show that fucking temper!"
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