Karl's grip tightened in Emily's hair, yanking her head back without the slightest hesitation. A choked gasp escaped her lips, her shoulders trembling as she struggled for breath. Her makeup smeared beyond recognition, saliva dripping from her chin.
She coughed—a deep, ragged sound—her body shuddering as she tried to steady herself. But Karl didn't give her the chance.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed the sticky, wet cock against her cheek, dragging it across her flushed skin. The wood was damp with saliva, and each touch left behind a faint, glistening smear.
Emily gasped again, her breath hitching between weak coughs. Her body shook with every inhale, her lungs struggling to keep up.
Karl watched her struggle, his lips curling in amusement. This was what she deserved. The same Emily who had always been so proud, so insufferable, now reduced to this—a gasping, shivering mess beneath him.