As her feet slowly roast alive, Kriss kept bucking and twisting her body, trying to escape Aaron's clutch. Blisters began to appear on her soles, bursting one after another as the pus began to boil. Wiggling her feet and toes did not bring any protection now. The yoke was hardly leaving the floor in spite of her frantic efforts, and the rest of her body was pinned by Aaron's weight. And the more her soles roasted, the more pitiful her moans and begging were.<br/><br/><strong>"Pleaaase! Stoooop! I beg youuuuu! I'll be goooood! You don't need to do thaaaaat!"</strong><br/><br/>At last the man stood up and she hastily pulled her feet away from the flames. Her soles were covered with purulent blisters and hurting like hell. She had no idea how she could stand on them now. Again the man stepped on her belly, partly winding her, and as she was trying to recover her breath, he sat her against the crate. She looked at him with a mix of anger and fear. A big part of her wanted to make him pay for what he had done but she also knew that she was helpless and that in her situation he represented her best, even her only, chance of survival.<br/><br/>She wrinkled her nose as Aaron's revealed his erect cock, dripping with precum, smelly nasty. But as he got closer and darted his manhood at her face, she did nothing. She even parted her lips slightly. She sighed realising how her recent hardships had changed her behaviour.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, be gentle, I promise aaaaooomwwwfffffff..."</strong>she began, just as he shoved his dick deep into her mouth.<br/><br/>The thick cock parted her lips, her jaws, moved deeper and deeper, until it banged against the back of her throat. Kriss' eyes shot wide open as she gagged and moaned in protest. Her head banged against the crate. She tried to breathe but could not. The thick penis head was blocking her air supply and causing her to gag violently. Her throat and mouth immediately produced an incredible amount of mucus to get rid of the intruder. But of course, it had no intention to go away. She tried to shake her head free but Aaron's was holding it firmly with his hands. She kicked her feet helplessly, only succeeding in grinding her blister-covered heels on the concrete floor. Her nostrils were flaring, she was gagging and retching, her face was turning a bright red. Her fists were clenched tight and she was banging the yoke into the crate in her efforts to free herself. Her nose was lost into Aaron's publes while his sweaty testicles were resting against her chin.<br/><br/><em>Oh my God!</em>she thought.<em>He wants to choke me to death with his cock!</em>