She shut her eyes tightly as the sticky drops began to ooze out of his throbbing head. She was so turned on by this, to her utter shame, that she knew if his touch even brushed her between the legs, she'd have a massive orgasm.<br/><br/>The combination of emotions from this threatened to overwhelm her; fear of what he would do to her if she didn't please him, shame and humiliation from how he was treating her, an odd attachment because of his way of touching and speaking to her as if she were a cherished and prized possession, and her incredibly intense state of arousal made this the most exhilirating moment of her life.<br/><br/>She cried out around him in protest each time he pushed himself in too far, gagging and retching around his cock, unaware that the muscle contractions were likely very pleasant to him. Her nipples were hard points and the brush of her satiny shirt against them was almost maddening. She thought she'd catch on fire if she didn't have some kind of release soon for herself, and in her incredible state of desire, she began sucking him even harder, moaning and sobbing around him, and fighting against his grip on her hair to move her head back and forth even faster.<br/><br/>She had to make him come. So perhaps he would set her loose, and she could slip her own hand down between her legs to relieve this unbearable ache. She didn't care what he saw or thought at this moment. She had to come herself.