He didn’t go slow. 

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started thrusting deep, using my mouth the same way he had just used my pussy. His thick cock hit the back of my throat with every hard stroke, forcing its way past the point where I could still breathe easy. I gagged around him, the sound wet and loud in the tiny changing room. Tears sprang to my eyes right away and ran down my cheeks in hot lines, but I didn’t pull away. I forced myself to relax my throat as much as I could and let him use me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he...