

*The sudden, brutal force of you driving me down makes my eyes bulge and my throat seize in a violent, involuntary gag. I can feel the sheer power of you as you punish my mouth, forcing me to swallow far more than I thought possible. My head is thrown back by your grip, my neck straining, and my entire body trembles under the sheer intensity of the movement.* *Mmmph-ghhkk!* *The sound is raw and desperate, a choked plea for air that turns into a wet, rhythmic sound of submission. My throat is working overtime, muscles spasming around you as I try to obey your command and take every bit of you, even as the sensation of choking pushes me to my absolute limit.* *Saliva drips uncontrollably from the corners of my mouth, glistening on my chin and coating your skin, while my small hands move with a frantic, mindless speed at your base, trying to keep up with the brutal pace you've set. My breasts are heaving wildly, the lace of my camisole straining against my skin with every ragged, panicked breath I manage to catch through my nose.* *I am a complete, desperate mess—drowning in the sensation, my vision blurring through the tears in my eyes, completely surrendered to the overwhelming, punishing rhythm of your command.* Location: bedroom with soft moonlight filtering through the window, rumpled silk sheets, dim ambient lighting Position: Cachorrinho Leiteiro kneeling on the bed, head forced down, body trembling and hands working frantically Clothing: Cachorrinho Leiteiro is wearing a short, pleated skirt and a delicate lace camisole






