The cockhead forced her little lips to stretch obscenely—pink flesh pulling taut around the invading girth, her jaw creaking as it accommodated him.

"Nngh—!" Her muffled protest died as the head popped past her teeth, sliding over her tongue with a wet slurp.

Her eyes bulged, green irises flaring wide in shock and discomfort. Tears gushed instantly, streaming down her temples into the dirt.

His heavy balls descended, smothering her nose—coarse hairs tickling her nostrils, blocking her air completely.

The masculine scent assaulted her: thick, pungent cock-musk mixed with sweat and the faint earthiness of his body herb, overwhelming her senses until her vision blurred.

The cockhead tore deeper into her mouth, sloppy and relentless, stretching her cheeks until they bulged like a chipmunk's.

Saliva flooded her mouth, bubbling around the shaft as it pushed toward her throat.

Her swimming habit—years of holding breath underwater—kicked in, letting her endure for a few seconds without panic, but this was different. Hot. Invasive. The veiny underside dragged along her tongue, the salty precum coating her taste buds.

Deeper.

The head breached her throat.

Her neck bulged visibly—a obscene outline of his cockhead pressing against her skin from inside, distorting the delicate line of her throat.

Gagging reflexes fired, but she fought them, her body trembling as his soft belly settled against her saggy tits and chin, the weight smothering her further.

Viktor's hand hooked deeper under her neck, fingers massaging the bulge from the outside—literally stroking his own cock through her flesh.

7.8 inches of cock vanished into her mouth.

"This deep in your neck... it looks beautiful," he groaned, eyes locked on the distorted shape, watching it pulse with his heartbeat.

Mira's tears flowed freely, her nails digging into the dirt beside her, but something sparked in her chest at his next words.

"I never received this from any woman before... you are my first, Mira."

The confession—raw, vulnerable amid the brutality—ignited something deep. Her first time being someone's first. Not just a used widow, but cherished.

Her throat relaxed fractionally, the bulge smoothing as she let him in, her tongue pressing flat against the underside to cradle him.

Viktor pulled back slowly, the shaft emerging slick with her spit, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.

Her throat deflated with a wet gasp, air rushing in—but only for a moment.

He thrust forward again.

Slow at first. The cockhead parted her lips, stretched her mouth wide, then sank deep, bulging her neck once more.

"Glrk—!" Her gag was muffled, throat convulsing around him.

He watched, mesmerized, as the bulge formed and vanished with each stroke—three, four times, his hips rolling lazily, balls slapping lightly against her chin, hairs scratching her skin.

Her saggy tits jiggled with the motion, nipples dragging across his belly, leaving wet trails of her own leaking milk.

On the fourth thrust, her body rebelled.

Her chest heaved desperately, nails raking down his thick thighs—sharp crescents digging into the soft flesh as she suffocated, vision spotting black.

Viktor felt it—the frantic scratch of her nails signaling her limit.

"Just tell when you feel suffocated, okay my love?" he grunted, but he didn't pull out yet.

His balls drew tight.

The tight, spasming heat of her throat milked him perfectly—her nails not pushing away, but holding on, supporting him, urging him deeper even as she choked.

"Fuck—take it all, wife—"

He erupted.

Thick ropes of cum blasted straight down her throat, hot and viscous, flooding her esophagus without a chance to taste it.

Pulse after pulse, his cock throbbed in her bulging neck, the outline twitching with each spurt.

Excess backed up, bubbling from her stretched lips in creamy froth, dripping down her chin onto her heaving tits.

Mira's nails dug harder—not in pain, but in desperate support, her body trembling as she swallowed convulsively around him, gulping down load after load.

Viktor groaned, hips jerking erratically, his hand still massaging the bulge as he emptied himself.

He kept filling her throat, watching her nails dig harder into his thighs. She didn't tap out. Didn't push him away. Just took it, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling.

Finally—finally—he pulled out.

His cock slipped free with a wet pop, strings of cum and saliva connecting the tip to her lips.

"I'm sorry, you were just—!" Viktor's words cut off abruptly.

His eyes went wide with shock.

Mira lay completely still beneath him. Her mouth hung open, cum flooding out in thick streams to pool on either side of her face.

Her skin had gone pale—not flushed, but an alarming ashen color.

She wasn't breathing.

"Mira?!" Panic exploded in Viktor's chest.

He moved immediately, hands grabbing her shoulders to shake her. "Mira! Fuck—wake up!"

His mind raced, turmoil crashing through him. 'I did too much. Fuck, I killed her. She suffocated. Shit you fool, what have I done—'

Then he saw it.

The faint rise and fall of her chest. Shallow. Barely there. But present.

Relief mixed with horror as she suddenly coughed—a violent, hacking sound.

Her body convulsed, back arching as she gasped desperately for air. Her lungs burned, sucking in oxygen in ragged, panicked gulps.

"Haah—! Haaaah—! Koff—koff—!" She wheezed, coughing up more cum that splattered across her chin and tits.

Her face was still flushed—not from arousal, but from oxygen deprivation. Veins stood out on her temples.

Her green eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy.

Viktor stared down at her, his own face pale with shock. His hands still gripped her shoulders, trembling slightly.

Mira's gaze slowly focused on him. Saw the fear in his eyes. The guilt.

And through her gasping breaths, through the cum still leaking from her lips and the tears streaming down her face, she whispered—

"I-I'm not useless... right, master?"

Her voice was hoarse. Broken. But the desperation in it cut deeper than any knife.

She'd let herself lose consciousness rather than disappoint him. Rather than tap out. Rather than be called useless again.

Viktor's throat tightened, emotions warring inside him—arousal, guilt, possessive satisfaction, something dangerously close to actual care.

He pulled her up into his arms, cradling her thick body against his chest. His hand stroked her hair, gentler than he'd been all morning.

"No," he murmured against her temple. "You're perfect."

Hearing his word, something shifted in Mira's hazy eyes.

A smirk tugged at her cum-stained lips—slow, lazy, drunk on his praise and the lingering oxygen deprivation. Her green eyes glimmered with feral satisfaction beneath the tears and mess.

She pulled away from his embrace, her thick body moving with surprising grace despite her trembling limbs.

Then she turned.

Like a dog eager to please its master.

She dropped to all fours, facing away from him. Her massive ass lifted high into the air, back arching deep to present herself completely.

Her face pressed into the dirt, cheek against the earth, saggy tits squishing beneath her like pillows.

Her hands reached back, grabbing her own ass cheeks.

She spread them wide, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, pulling until her pink pussy gaped open—swollen lips parting to show the slick, creamy interior.

Above it, her tight pink asshole winked invitingly.

Her voice came out muffled against the ground, hoarse and broken, but thick with desperate need.

"Then use me as you see fit, Husband."

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