His grip was such that she could not have pulled back from him even if she tried - though likely Felicity could have turned her head, in order to free her throat of the press of the old man's turgid cock, the head of it choking her. That tight vessel lurched and clenched around him, her eyes beginning to water with the effort of keeping him there even while her body tried to gag him out.<br/><br/>Her gorge began to rise, bitterly hot, and her lungs burned with need, panic starting to rise in her eyes - is this how she would die, her face impaled upon the Baron's throbbing member?