Thrusting my hips forward, I pump to pull in the warmth and ease buildning in my shaft. Your upturned face has an expression of vague dismay and pain, the position might not be comfortable but I'm eager to help you and grab hold of a thick bunch of that hair. Steadying your head with a hold over her cheek and ear, I push your face forth as far as possible. It's not very long, but it forces you to keep your speed up, and my cock is going firmer, bulging inside your mouth. "You like this, don't you?" I tease you..
An unintelligible, troubled grunt is the only reply.
I don't need to steady myself with my right hand, so instead I move it down to your reddened, clamped nipples. They're wonderfully red and sailing on your high domed breasts. Thrusting my cock in and keeping it deep in your mouth, I move my thumb and index finger down to the captive's right nipple, pinch and tweak it around hard.
A sharp cry of pain muffled by my cock greets me. My head is simmering as I look down on the kneeling girl: your grace even in this rather humiliating situation is what I aspire to myself. I'm torn between fear of actually being open like you are, between the legs, open and vulnerable, and amazement, awe at the way you take it, resigning yourself to it while still guarding some composure.
I look down on your face and suddenly feel my limb going rock hard: "Uuummghh!!!" I growl. "MMmmmmgh!!" - and shoot off a torrent of cum down into your throat, still holding your head pressed to my shaft so you can't choke it out.