Aaron was not paying attention to Kriss suffering. He seemed lost in his egotistical pleasure. With her head repeatedly banged against the crate, with her air supply cut by the man's cock, it was not long before the defeated scout was pushed on the verge of fainting. Her panicked mind was entirely focused on the need to cough and breathe. Every now and then, the thick cock would retreat just far enough to allow her expelling a new gobble of mucus and saliva and taking a short breath. Her lungs were kept in constant lack of air, they were burning. Her throat was clenching around the hard cock that was stretching it too wide, vainly trying to repel it.<br/><br/>Each thrust was grinding the cock head against the raw walls of her larynx and pushing mucus up her nose and down her nostrils. Her bloodshot eyes were bulging out, unable to focus, her face had a dark red shade, her flaring nostrils were surrounded by bubbles and trickles of snot.<br/><br/>As she grew weaker and softer, Aaron began to play with her breasts and then her destroyed fingers. The pain in the latter was inhuman. She tried to moan but she had not enough air for that. Her eyes rolled and blinked madly. The bones were grinding against each other, causing spears of agony to shoot up her forearms. Desperately, she tried to move her hands away but only succeeded in torturing herself, while her fingers stirred in strange patterns.<br/><br/>At last Kriss felt the cock penetrate even deeper into her throat, before throbbing and jerking as it shooted its load of warm sperm directly down her oesophagus. A lot semen entered her trachea, causing her to cough even more violently. The man moved away and she fell on her back. Her body was contorting as she coughed and strangled, torrents of semen mixed with mucus spurting out of her wide gaping mouth. For long seconds, Kriss thought she was going to die like that, drown in her own saliva. But at last, she managed to clear her windpipe and noisily suck in some fresh air.<br/><br/>She remained on her back for a long time, breathing noisily, panting hard, recovering some physical and mental strength after the violence of her mouth rape. Later, Aaron helped her on her knees and showed her a can of dubious food standing on the floor. The meal looked awful but Kirss was so hungry that it did no mattered. She lowered her head, rested one end of the yoke on the floor and pushed her face against the can. She was able to catch three mouthfuls of the mixture, using her lips and teeth. But then, even by pressing her face against the can, she could not touch the beans, and her bifid tongue was useless.<br/><br/>Her stomach was still groaning though. She overturned the can with her chin, spilling its content on the floor. Then she was again able to use her lips to catch the beans and pieces of meat. She was so hungry that she sucked every bit of grease until the floor was shining with her saliva.