KINGSLEY
The sight of Harper Wright on her knees and her mouth stuffed with my c o c k did something unexplainable to me.
It wasn't the blow job itself because I've received better heads from experienced mouths. It was just her, on her knees, mouth stuffed with my c o c k, tears streaming down her face, her gags around my length and her spit messing my c o c k up.
It looked glorious. She looked glorious.
The almighty Harper Wright reduced to something like that. I should have gotten a picture but that might not be necessary when I can put her in the same position again any time I deem fit.
I now hold her future in my hands, after all.
I took another glance at her on her knees after licking me clean and considered humiliating her with yet another round of choking and gagging, but I ha
