She stopped fighting the intrusion and started embracing it, beginning to bob her head up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm that matched his power.
Gluck... gluck... schlick... mmmph!
The sounds were wet and rhythmic, the sound of her throat being repeatedly overwhelmed. As she worked to accommodate him, a delirious question began to echo through her mind, cutting through the haze of pleasure.
'Why does this feel so good?' she wondered, her thoughts fragmented and hazy. 'My throat should be screaming in pain.'
'It should feel like I'm being torn apart. But the pain is... it's gone. It's all gone.'
'Every time he slams into the back of my throat, it feels like electricity shooting straight to my womb.'
'Getting my throat used like this... being forced to take him so deep... why does it feel better than anything I've ever known?'
The cognitive dissonance was intoxicating. The violation of her body had become her greatest ecstasy.
