Dancer squealed and grunted noisily around his cock as he forcibly shoved his girth inside her, bulling past the barrier of her gag reflex, then down deeper and deeper, even impossibly curving down the arch of her neck and deep into her esophagus, till his huge ballsack noisily slapped against her chin. She squirmed and pounded weakly against his thighs, but to no avail. She was forced to sit there, gagging on his hatefully delicious cock, while she slowly felt herself suffocation under the burden. Suddenly, as quick as it had been there, he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air, with thick strings of saliva dribbling around her lips and down her chin.<br/><strong><br/>"Whuh....wait...you canmmmmffff!" </strong>By the time she had recovered, though, he was already shoving back in, bulling aside her resistance and fucking her face as he pleased. She tried to ease her throat to allow air through, but he was just too damn big! Then out again, but every breath was perfumed with the thick stench of his intoxicating musk, sending her into a dizzying spiral of lust that clouded her mind and made her loins come on fire. As he continued to claim her oral passage for himself, her struggles weakened, the lack of air and the sheer power of his thrusts draining her muscles into a jelly.<br/><br/>Finally, she was just grabbing onto his wrists-but not to pull away, but simply to stabilize herself. She passively waited for his cock to enter her, gasping for breath, then opened herself as much as possible to him when he did come in. She wasn't capable of fighting him anymore, and he was demanding to use her as his tool, his aid for pleasure. She had no choice but to comply.