Mary convulsed weakly under me, unable to escape or breathe, her own blood flooding her lungs. I shifted my hands to grab her head by the hair at the back and shoved my cock into her mouth. Instead my clenched right fist punched her full in the nose. The purple-engorged glans pushed into Mary’s coughing mouth, partially silencing her by driving across her tongue and into the top of her throat. My hips bucked, grinding my lower belly against Mary’s face, but it was her throat muscles that stimulated me over the edge. Mary’s struggle for life got more frantic, if not strong. Mary’s throat was still tight around my very sensitive knob, but there was a sense of slackness from the lack of even twitching that told me she was dead. Hot blood leaked into the fur above the base of my cock and the scrape of her upper teeth against the flared base did not deter me, my weight and position keeping her mouth and throat full. Hot blood leaked into the fur above the base of my cock and the scrape of her upper teeth against the flared base did not deter me, my weight and position keeping her mouth and throat full.
