Someone told me they would pay me to write a few lines about “a really vile, almost putrid, thick cum” and, well, I had to get that bread...
It was downright vile. She felt the enormous shaft throb inside her throat, and she braced for it, knowing the flood would soon come, but nothing could prepare her for how horrid it would be. As soon as the first few drops dribbled out of its head, her gag reflex fought back. The taste was absolutely putrid, like nothing she had ever tasted before. She struggled, but he had a firm grasp on her hair, her lips touching the base of his intimacy. He grunted, and she felt the first spurt of his seed go inside her. It was unbelievably thick, coating the walls of her throat and taking its time to descend down to her stomach. It felt like she was being choked by its filthy taste.
It was too much. There was no way she could ever swallow something so revolting. Her own body fought back, her throat contorting itself to expel his seed. She partially succeeded, sending strands of white down her chin and into the ground, but his supply was seemingly never-ending, pushing down the sludge under its own weight. It was unnaturally warm, and she could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she was force-fed. The air felt heavy. She tried to inhale, only to have that creamy slush invade her airways, infusing her nostrils with a salty, fetid smell.
Her body could only handle so much liquid. She could feel the weight building up in her abdomen, and she involuntarily reacted, a hoarse retching sound leaving her mouth as a geyser of steamy, pearly goo came out, making a puddle on the floor and dirtying her face. The rank musk now filled the room, her hazy vision making it feel like a corrupted, stale sauna.
The edges of her vision darkened. Her head pounded as air became a precious treasure. Her hands, firmly clawing against his legs, started to lose strength. It was only when she felt all vitality leave her body that her assailant finally gave her relief, making a wet sound as he dislodged his member from her mouth, strands of saliva still connecting her lips to his crotch. Her eyes shot open as she took a deep, desperate breath before coughing out even more dense sperm. But he wasn’t done yet.
He held her by her hair as he touched himself. It was still coming out. Thick ropes of semen hit her face, the snot-like texture sticking to her face, running down her cheeks in almost slow-motion as he coated her in more and more waves. Her eyelids were glued shut under the sheer heft of his viscous seed. Each jet came as a punch and she was too weak to free herself, doomed to take every drop until her face was completely covered.
He finally let go. Her inert body fell to the ground, her face laying on a steaming, yellowed puddle of her own making. The heaving sounds continued as her body tried to purge itself out of that nauseating substance, but it was too late. That immoral, vicious stench forever imprinted into the darkest depths of her mind.
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