Lifting Holly up by her hair--which brought a sharp yelp of pain from his pretty plaything--he shoved the shirts

under her shoulder blades, so her head tilted back toward the floor. Then Smith got to his knees

and gave the bitch a good slap to get her mouth open. As she howled with pain he shoved his

cock in her mouth. When he reached her throat he stopped, enjoying the girl's squirming, as her

gag reflex made her cough and sputter around his cock. Then, holding the girl by her neck with

both hands, he slowly, very slowly forced the massive head of his cock down her throat. Bolts of

pleasure shot through his stiff tool as the girl's pharynx spasmed around it. Still pushing slowly in,

he watched in pleasure as Holly began to kick her legs, desperate for air. The ropes he'd tied to

her ankles thrashed wildly on the floor. When two inches of his cock still protruded from her pink

lips he could go no further. He backed off a couple inches and began to throat-fuck the twitching,

panicking girl. When he felt he'd loosened her up sufficiently, he drew back until only the head of

his prick was in her throat, then, pulling the girl by her neck onto him, he thrust forward with all

the force he could manage, burying the full length of his nine inches, his balls bouncing against the

girl's nose. He then fucked her with firm, six-inch strokes until she seemed on the verge of

passing out, and finally pulled his cock out and rested it on her bloody chin.