Free Web NovelChapter 242: 242. Showing What A Real Technique Looks Like!**
Sabrina felt her consciousness beginning to fray at the edges. The sheer visual dominance of him, combined with the hypnotic, rhythmic movement of his cock, began to pull her under.
Her eyes followed the dark, pulsing length of him with a desperate, singular focus. The world outside the bathroom, the campus, her books, and her reputation began to dissolve into a hazy, indistinct blur.
All that was real was the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin, and the mesmerizing, terrifying movement of the flesh that now dictated her entire existence.
She felt herself slipping into a trance, a state of total, mindless submission where her only purpose was to react to his commands, to accommodate his size, and to exist as the vessel for his pleasure. The heavy, erotic fog muffled the fear, making surrender feel as inevitable as the tide.
Mike didn’t give her a moment to settle into her trance. As soon as he saw the glazed, defeated look in her eyes, his predatory instincts surged.
He didn’t want her drifting; he wanted her feeling the raw, unyielding reality of her new life.
He reached out, his massive hands moving with sudden, violent precision. He didn’t just touch her; he seized her.
He buried his fingers into her hair and clamped his palms firmly against the sides of her face, his grip so hard it felt like he was trying to mold her skull to his will. He forced her head forward, tilting her chin up at a sharp, vulnerable angle that exposed the entire length of her throat.
"You were just complaining, weren’t you, Professor?" he growled, his face inches from hers, his eyes dark with a sadistic sort of glee. "You were saying how much your jaw aches and how tired your mouth is..."
"Also... of how much you want to just stop and catch your breath."
He leaned back slightly, creating a terrifying amount of tension, his cock pulsing rhythmically against her trembling lips.
"Well, since you’re so fucking tired," he sneered, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register, "I’ve decided to help you."
"I’m going to take the work out of it so you don’t need to move your jaw anymore." Mike grinned. "And don’t you worry because... you don’t need to use all that technique; you just have to fail miserably."
"You just need to open up and take it."
Before she could even process the threat, before she could even gasp a plea for mercy, Mike lunged forward.
With a sudden, explosive burst of power, he drove his hips forward. It wasn’t a gradual entry; it was a brutal, relentless thrust that ignored every natural defense her body had.
He slammed himself into her mouth with such force that her head snapped back against his hands, and the massive, thick head of his cock bypassed her tongue entirely, punching straight past her soft palate and deep into the sensitive, narrow canal of her throat.
"Ghhkk uugh!"
The sound she made was a choked, muffled explosion of air and saliva. Her eyes flew wide, bulging with a sudden, sheer physiological shock.
The sensation was overwhelming; it felt as if it were trying to occupy her entire respiratory system, a solid, hot, unyielding mass that seemed to reach all the way down to her stomach.
’Oh god, it’s too deep! It’s going to split me open!’ her mind screamed, the internal monologue a frantic, high-pitched wail of pure panic.
The sensation of him bottoming out in her throat triggered an immediate, violent gag reflex. Her body instinctively tried to heave him out, her throat muscles spasming in a desperate, rhythmic attempt to reject the intrusion, but Mike’s grip was iron.
He held her head steady, his fingers digging into her scalp, forcing her to endure the sensation of being filled, completely conquered.
She felt the tears spring to her eyes instantly, a hot, stinging flood born from the sheer physical trauma of the thrust. Her lungs felt compressed, her breath caught in a tight, suffocating knot behind the mass of him.
She was staring up at him, her vision swimming, her hands reaching up blindly to grasp at his thick forearms, her nails digging into his skin in a futile attempt to find leverage or push him away.
But there was no pushing him away. There was only the sensation of his incredible girth stretching her throat to its absolute limit, the rhythmic, heavy throb of his pulse vibrating against her very soul.
’He’s not even letting me breathe... he’s just... he’s just owning my entire throat!’
She felt the panic rising in her chest, a cold, suffocating wave of helplessness. Every time she tried to swallow, she only felt him go deeper, the friction of his skin against her internal walls feeling both agonizing and terrifyingly intense.
She was a prisoner in her own body, her mouth serving as nothing more than a fleshy sheath for his unrelenting power.
Mike didn’t pull back. He stayed there, buried deep, letting her feel the full weight of his presence.
He watched her eyes roll back slightly and watched the way her throat convulsed around him, and he let out a low, triumphant chuckle that she felt as a vibration deep within her chest.
"See?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress against her frantic, muffled whimpers. "Much easier, isn’t it?"
"No more thinking. No more ’expertise.’ Just... receiving..."
"Now, stay still... We’re just getting started!"
Mike didn’t wait for her to recover from the initial shock. The moment he felt her throat spasm around him, he decided to turn the sensation into a relentless, punishing rhythm.
He began to pump his hips with a violent, primal intensity, turning her mouth into a battlefield of friction and force.
THUD. SLOP. THUD. SLOP.
The sound of his heavy pelvis slamming against her chin was deafening in the small, steamy bathroom. He wasn’t just fucking her mouth; he was driving himself into her with the intent to colonize her very being.
With every powerful, lunging thrust, the massive, thick head of his cock would bottom out, slamming against the back of her throat with a sickeningly wet, heavy impact.
"GLLLL KHHH! HHH NGGGH! MMMM PHHH!"
Sabrina’s head was being tossed back and forth by the sheer momentum of his hips. Her eyes were blown wide, leaking tears of both pure, unadulterated pleasure and overwhelming sensory overload.
As he drove himself in, the physical reality of his size became terrifyingly visible. Her neck, usually so elegant and poised, began to bulge and stretch unnaturally.
The skin of her throat rippled and distended with every deep, heavy lunge, the shape of his massive shaft clearly visible as it pushed through her esophagus, stretching her flesh to a translucent, aching limit.
"GLUCK! GHHH HAAAK! SCHLLOOOOP!"
The noises she made were no longer human; they were the raw, guttural sounds of a woman being completely overwhelmed. Every time he hit the deepest part of her, her body would lurch, her toes curling against the cold tile of the floor, her fingers clawing desperately at his muscular thighs.
The sheer volume of saliva being produced was immense, a frothy, wet mess that coated his shaft and spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving chest.
’It’s too much... he’s going to reach my lungs... he’s going to fill me until I burst!’
Mike saw the way her throat bulged and the way her neck strained under the pressure of his girth, and it only drove him harder. He reached down, grabbing her hair even tighter, pulling her head back to create an even straighter, more vulnerable path for his conquest. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
He wanted to feel every single inch of her internal walls gripping him, wanting to feel the exact moment her gag reflex turned from a struggle for air to a desperate, rhythmic suction.
"SLRRRRP GLUCK! HHH NGGG! MMMM PHHHH!"
He increased the speed, the wet, slapping sounds of his pubic bone hitting her chin becoming a frantic, driving percussion. He was fucking her with a savage, unyielding hunger, his hips moving in a blur of tanned muscle and raw power.
The friction was intense, the heat between them rising to a fever pitch as the steam from the tub mingled with the sweat pouring off his brow.
Sabrina was lost. The world was nothing but the rhythmic, heavy thud of him hitting her, the sensation of her throat being stretched to the point of breaking, and the overwhelming, musky scent of his skin.
She felt her consciousness fragmenting. The pain in her jaw and the raw ache in her throat were being swallowed by a tidal wave of erotic sensation so powerful it felt like she was being electrocuted from the inside out.
"GLLLL KHHH! HHH NGGGH! SCHLLOOOOOP! GHHH HAAAK!"
Her entire body was trembling, a fine, continuous vibration that spoke of total physiological surrender. She was no longer trying to breathe; she was simply existing in the space he provided for her, her mouth a hollow, hungry void that he was filling with a relentless, punishing grace.
Every time he slammed home, her eyes would roll back, her vision turning into a kaleidoscope of white light and dark, throbbing heat.
He was a machine of pure, unadulterated lust, and she was the beautiful, broken vessel receiving every ounce of his power. The bulge in her throat moved rhythmically, a visible testament to the sheer, impossible scale of him, as he prepared to drive her even further into the depths of her own undoing.
"HOW DOES IT FEEL, HUH!?"
