For a moment Latrice was more afraid of him when he seemed sad that she wouldn’t kiss him. Thoughts raced a million miles a minuet as she wondered what he would do to her since she rejected him again. In her mind she felt bad for him but it just made him seem more deranged. She rejected him at the store and he kidnapped her. She rejected him in his own home and who knows what would happen.. it seemed like he was capable of anything. “We should let m-“ Latrice had began to talk as he questioned what to do with her lips now that she wouldn’t kiss him but as she noticed him undoing his fly she quickly shut her mouth.<br/><br/>Looking up at him as he claimed she was going to be friendly, the captive woman shook her head and tried to turn her head from him but it was hard as he grasped her hair. Groaning a bit she pulled at his hand but with her body tied to the chair it was futile. Soon his pants dropped and she was left to look at his oddly shaped shaft, making her more concerned as he tipped the chair. At first she held strong, keeping her mouth closed even as he pinched at her nose. For a moment or two, despite the burning in her chest, Latrice did her best to resist. In the end, she failed as she opened her mouth and gasped for air only to have his tick tip shoved into her maw. Gagging instantly, she squirmed in the chair and whined, trying to push him out of her mouth with her tongue. He tasted horrible, as if he hadn’t showered in a day or two. Tears started to fall from her face as she whimpered now, continuing to gag on him as he pushed more of himself into her face.