Chapter 134: 134. An Eruption Of White Liquid Is Happening Inside Her Mouth!**

He shifts his stance, planting his feet wide for maximum leverage, and begins a series of thrusts so violent and rapid they sound like a machine gun. Thwack thwack thwack thwack! The sound of his pelvis slamming into her chin is deafening, a wet, rhythmic percussion of flesh on flesh.

The speed is so extreme that Marielle can no longer maintain any semblance of control. As he hammers into her, the air is forced out of her lungs in rhythmic, involuntary bursts, and the sheer volume of him forcing its way past her lips creates a frantic, wet, and desperate sound.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck... gluck!"

The sound is visceral and unashamed the unmistakable, messy noise of a woman being absolutely overwhelmed by a massive cock. It is the sound of her throat struggling to accommodate the impossible, the sound of her swallowing him whole as he repeatedly slams into the back of her throat.

’It’s... it’s too much...!’ her mind screams, the thoughts coming in jagged, staccato bursts of pure sensory overload. ’The sound... the sound of me... swallowing him... it’s so vulgar... so filthy... and God, it feels so fucking GOOD!’

’I’m not a lady... I’m just a mouth! A wet, hungry, glucking little mouth for him to destroy!’

She can feel the massive, veiny bulge of his shaft moving rhythmically against the outside of her neck, a terrifying and erotic sensation that makes her feel like she’s being hollowed out.

’He’s... he’s hitting my lungs... he’s hitting my spine...!’ her inner voice wails in a delirium of pleasure. ’Every thrust is a shockwave! I can’t think... there is no Marielle... there is only the gluck... the gluck... the gluck...’

Mike is lost in the madness of it.

He watches the way her throat bulges and ripples with every deep, punishing shove, the wet, rhythmic gluck gluck sounds of her desperate swallowing fueling his own frenzy. He sees the tears, the snot, the saliva, the total loss of her high society poise, and it drives him into a state of pure, unbridled lust.

"That’s it! Make that fucking noise!" he commands, his voice a guttural snarl. "Show me how much you love being my slut!"

’Show me how much you love being filled!"

"Gluck it down, Marielle! Swallow me like your life depends on it!"

He increases the intensity, his hips moving with a blurring, piston like ferocity. He isn’t just fucking her mouth anymore; he is trying to drive his cock through her entire body.

The violence is exquisite, a brutal, beautiful destruction of everything she once was, leaving nothing behind but a panting, weeping, and utterly conquered woman, lost in the rhythmic, wet, and glorious madness of his dominance.

Mike’s breath comes in jagged, ragged heaves. He can feel the pressure building in his loins, a volcanic surge of heat and tension that is becoming unbearable.

He is on the precipice, his vision blurring, his entire body vibrating with the effort of holding back the flood. The rhythmic, wet sounds of her throat working around him are the final trigger; the desperate, hungry sounds of her submission are too much to resist.

"I’m close," he growls, his voice cracking with the intensity of his arousal. "I’m right there... and you’re going to take it all!"

"Every single fucking drop...!" Mike growled. "You’re not going to let a single bit of me go to waste!"

"You’re going to swallow it all like the good little girl you are."

He begins to accelerate, his hips moving in a frantic, uncontrolled blur. He is no longer just thrusting; he is detonating.

The force of his pelvis slamming against her face is violent, a relentless, punishing rhythm that sends her head snapping back with every hit.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Marielle is lost in the vortex. ’Oh god... my mind... no... this is... it’s different when I do it with my husband...’

’Arthur... I’m sorry, dear... but this is what I want...’

She is no longer a person; she is a vessel, a living extension of his pleasure. The fear and the shame have vanished, replaced by a singular, all-consuming need to serve his climax.

Her hands, now completely useless, claw at his thighs as she throws herself into the act, her mouth widening to accommodate the impossible. And her suction becomes violent, a desperate, rhythmic pull that seeks to draw the very essence out of him.

"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLLLLUCK!"

The sound is deafening, a wet, obscene, and guttural noise that fills the room, drowning out the silence of the house. It is the sound of a woman completely consumed by a man’s cock, her throat working frantically to keep up with his brutal pace.

’Yes... yes!Her mind screams in a final, shattering burst of ecstasy. ’Give it to me! Fill me up!’

’I want everything you have! I want to be drowned in you! I want to taste the truth of what I’ve been missing for years of my fucking marriage!’

"Here it comes!" Mike roars, his body tensing up as he hits the point of no return.

He drives himself in one last, massive, soul-crushing thrust, burying his shaft as deep into her throat as humanly possible. "SWALLOW IT!"

PLAPPPPPPPPP!

With a guttural cry of triumph, Mike’s body spasms. The first jet of semen explodes from his cock, a violent, white-hot torrent that slams against the back of her throat with the force of a fire hose.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"GLUCK! GLLLLUUUCK!"

Marielle’s eyes bulge, her face twisting as the first massive spurt hits her, but she doesn’t pull away. She clings to him, her fingers digging into his muscles, her mouth working frantically to keep up.

"GLUCK! GLUUUUCK! GLUCK!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT~!

"MOREEEE!"

He continues to fire, jet after jet of thick, hot seed pouring into her mouth, filling her throat, overflowing, and spilling down her chin. He holds her head in place, his fingers locked in her hair, ensuring that she doesn’t move, ensuring that she takes every single drop.

"Take it! Take all of it!" he snarls, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "I’m going to fill you until you can’t take any more!"

"You’re going to swallow every fucking bit of me!"

"GLUCK! GLLLLUUUCK! GLUCCCK!"

Marielle is choking, her throat constricting and expanding as she struggles to process the volume of semen. It is an endless stream, a tidal wave of hot, viscous fluid that floods her mouth, sliding down her throat in massive, thick gulps.

She is gagging, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. She is driven by a primal instinct to obey, to absorb every last drop of him.

"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLLLLUUUCK!"

Mike’s thrusts become shorter and more erratic as his body continues to pump. He doesn’t pull back; he keeps his cock buried deep in her throat, his hips still twitching with the remnants of his climax.

He remains there, a living plug in her mouth, as the last of his seed slowly trickles out. He refuses to withdraw, keeping her trapped and filled until the very last drop has been pushed past her lips and down her throat.

Only then, when the last shudder of pleasure has left his body and his cock has begun to stop letting it out, does he slowly, reluctantly, pull away.

Marielle collapses back against the pillows, her mouth hanging open, a string of white semen stretching between her lips and his cock before snapping. She lies there, panting, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her throat raw and her body shaking from the ordeal.

She looks up at him, her eyes dazed and unfocused, completely defeated, and utterly content. "Bluurrgghhh..."

"Slurrpppppphhhh—aarrgghhhh!"