Kinjo whimpered and was trying. Even though he had no idea there was no appeasing the man...he was desperately trying. He gagged and choked with cute sounds. Protesting and trying to get away. A whimper of pain every now and then told James was still too big for Kinjo's small mouth. That each movement brought him pain. He felt the throbbing in his mouth and tasted the more frequently tasting pre. He cried out in pain when he was gripped tighter. Whining cutely in fear. He stopped moving. He sucked harder and faster trying to keep up with the faster thrusts to not gasp for air. He still wasn't able to keep up with the back and forth thrusting of James's hips. He could almost feel the wicked grin upon James's face. He couldn't see it and he couldn't be for sure. It was just a feeling he had. He could tell the evil man was going to shoot that sticky icky stuff into his mouth and throat again. Make him have to swallow it. He didn't like it. He didn't want to. He pushed frantically indicating he knew the man was about to cum. He made protestant fearful sounds. He shook even harder. His long hair draping down the sides of his back with some down the middle. The silky strands still like silk even this many weeks later.