“That's it, good girl,” Oleg presses my head to his groin, and I lose oxygen when the head of the penis rests on my throat.

I try to overcome the gag reflex and move back, but a strong man's hand does not allow this. Oleg leans forward and plunges even deeper. He just fucks my mouth, and I almost cry from humiliation. After a short time, Oleg pushes me back and finishes, squeezing the cock with his hand. I sit on the floor, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. It stings in the eyes. Pain and resentment breaks the heart into pieces.

- Mashul, why are you...