Sabrina felt the way Josh's hands, both now, were linked, holding her fully impaled into her throat on his cock. She gagged again, her throat squeezing the head of his cock, her tongue writhing. Saliva was trickling down her chin and Peter was focussed on every detail with his camera.<br/><br/>Continuing to stared up at Josh, her eyes leaking tears as they watered in response to the gagging, Sabrina tapped his hip with the point of her finger nail. She didn't want him to feel bad but was starting to struggle for freedom now. She grunted softly as she pulled back against his grip, pushing at his hips now.