My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 211 - 211: "—PLEASE, DADDY" (r-18)

Valentina lunged forward again—teeth bared, eyes completely unhinged, like a wild animal deprived of its kill—but Phei’s fist in her hair held her back just enough to tease, the throbbing head of his cock bobbing inches from her drooling mouth.

“Please—fuck my face—” she begged, voice shattered and hoarse, spit flying from her swollen lips. “Ram it down my throat—make me gag until I can’t breathe—use me like your filthy cocksleeve—”

Phei’s control snapped.

He yanked her forward hard—slamming the bloated crown past her lips in one brutal thrust, stretching her mouth wide until her cheeks bulged and her jaw locked. She gagged instantly—wet, choking retch echoing loud in the empty gym, spit exploding from the corners of her mouth in foamy bursts that splattered her tits and the mats below.

He didn’t stop.

Gripping her hair with both hands now, he fucked her face relentlessly—hips snapping forward in short, savage pumps, driving his cock deeper into her throat with every stroke.

The veins pulsed against her tongue, the thick ridge scraping her palate as he forced inch after thick inch down her gullet. Her throat bulged grotesquely—visibly swelling with every thrust, the outline of his head pushing out under her skin like an obscene imprint.

Valentina went nuclear—eyes rolling back white, tears pouring in floods, mascara a smeared mess down her face.

She gagged harder than ever—throat convulsing in wet, spasming squeezes around his shaft, spit gurgling and bubbling out her nose in messy strings. But she didn’t pull back—she pushed forward, humping the air wildly, fingers plunging deeper into her cunt, fucking herself in frantic rhythm with his face-fucking, squirting again in hot spurts that soaked her hand and puddled on the floor.

“That’s it, beautiful—take every inch down that perfect throat,” Phei growled, pounding her face with raw hunger, balls slapping her chin in wet smacks. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you choke for me—my greedy girl, worshipping this cock like it’s all you’ve ever needed.”

She screamed around him—muffled, vibrating roars that shot straight to his balls—her body seizing as another orgasm ripped through her, cunt gushing onto the mats while her throat milked him in desperate, gagging waves.

He face-fucked her harder—deeper—until spit flew everywhere, her face a total ruin, her mind blank and broken with pure, deranged bliss.

And she loved every choking second.

Valentina lunged again—teeth snapping, eyes rolling white with pure madness—but Phei held her back by the hair, letting his slick, throbbing cock bob just out of reach, pre-come dripping in thick strings onto her upturned, ruined face.

“Beg for it, baby—tell me how much you need this cock,” he murmured, voice low and filthy with adoration.

She broke instantly.

“PLEASE—FUCK MY USELESS THROAT—” she screamed, voice raw and shredded, spit flying from her swollen lips. “I’m just a filthy cum-dump for your huge dick—ram it in—make me puke on it—treat me like the pathetic, cock-obsessed whore I am—I don’t deserve to breathe, I only deserve to choke on your fat fucking cock—PLEASE, DADDY, USE ME—”

Phei’s control exploded.

He slammed her head forward—no mercy, no warning—ramming every thick inch straight down her throat in one violent thrust. Her mouth stretched grotesquely wide, lips flipped inside out around the base, throat bulging like a snake swallowing prey as the flared head punched past her tonsils and lodged deep in her esophagus.

Valentina retched hard—a wet, guttural heave that sprayed spit out her nose in messy bursts—but her eyes rolled back in pure, deranged ecstasy. Her throat convulsed in violent, milking spasms around his shaft, trying to swallow but only gagging harder, spit foaming and bubbling out in thick waves that poured down her chin, soaked her tits, puddled on the mats.

He gripped her skull with both hands and face-fucked her like a cheap fleshlight—hips jackhammering in short, brutal strokes, pulling out just enough to let her gasp a desperate breath before slamming back in balls-deep.

Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, her throat bulging obscenely with every plunge, the outline of his cock visible under her skin like a grotesque tattoo.

“Gods, you’re perfect like this,” he groaned, pounding her face without mercy, voice thick with dirty love. “Look at my beautiful trainer—taking my cock so deep, choking so pretty for me. You were made for this, baby—made to gag and drool and come just from my dick owning your throat.”

She came again—instantly, violently—just from the words, from the throat-fucking, from being worshipped while ruined. Her body seized, cunt squirting hard into her ruined shorts in uncontrollable gushes, thighs spasming as she screamed muffled, vibrating roars around his shaft that milked him harder.

Spit flew everywhere—thick ropes splattering her face, her hair, the floor. She clawed at his thighs, not to push away—to pull him deeper, nails drawing blood as she forced herself onto him even as he brutalized her throat.

“Keep going, my gorgeous girl—” he rasped, thrusting faster, deeper, the wet glurk-glurk-glurk of her gagging filling the gym. “Show me how much you love this cock—how you’d do anything to feel it wreck you. You’re everything to me when you’re like this—my perfect, filthy dream.”

Valentina’s answer was another violent retch—throat spasming so hard it nearly pushed him out—followed by a desperate, worshipful shove forward to take him balls-deep again, her nose grinding into his pubes as she held herself there, choking, crying, coming again from the sheer, loving ruin.

She was utterly destroyed.

A perfect, filthy, cock-worshipping wreck.

Phei pulled out slowly—deliberate, cruel—watching every inch of his slick, spit-drenched cock slide free from her ruined throat in reverse.

The thick veins dragged along her tongue one last time, the flared crown stretching her lips obscenely wide before popping free with a wet, filthy sound. Her throat bulged visibly as it emptied—the grotesque outline of his head retreating under her skin, leaving her neck swollen and red from the abuse.

Valentina collapsed forward the instant he was out—gasping, heaving, a broken, animal sound ripping from her raw throat as her lungs finally filled with air.

Thick ribbons of spit and pre-come poured from her slack, gaping mouth in heavy, unbroken strands—cascading down her chin, splattering onto her heaving tits, pooling in the valley between them and dripping off her nipples in slow, sticky drops. Her face was utterly destroyed: tears sheen, lips swollen purple and shining, chin and throat coated in a filthy glaze that caught the gym lights like obscene jewelry.

She coughed—wet, choking hacks that sprayed more spit across her chest—and still tried to lunge for his cock again, tongue lolling out desperately, eyes completely feral.

Speaking of her chest…

Phei’s gaze dropped.