NTR: My Apartment Complex

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The redhead girl (3)

Seeing the flushed face, tear-stained eyes from suffocation, and the oral cavity struggling to adapt to my massive size, I felt not a shred of pity. On the contrary, a surging wave of conquest and lewdness flared intensely in my chest.

I began moving my waist, thrusting my hips steadily and rhythmically right in front of her face.

Every inward and outward stroke was immensely powerful and decisive. The massive, veiny phallus swept mercilessly inside the warm oral cavity, continually sliding past her tongue and plunging deep down to the back of her throat. Saliva unable to be swallowed away with the rapid, pounding movements spilled from the corners of her mouth, streaming profusely down her chin and soaking into the chest of her shirt, creating wet, obscene sounds echoing throughout the enclosed restroom stall.

"~ Gag... um... pant... slow down...!"

She threw her head backward to match every hip thrust of mine, both hands gripping tightly onto my thighs as her only anchor to keep from tumbling backward off the toilet bowl. Her glistening, tear-filled eyes looked at me with reproach, yet her body instinctively cooperated with each in-and-out rhythm, completely immersed in this ecstatic, carnal bliss.

The increasingly rapid and powerful thrusting tempo battered the red-haired girl’s mouth without mercy. Seeing the expression of both pain and ecstasy on her face, I leaned in slightly, whispering in a low, provocative tone:

"Your mouth is truly amazing... taking it so deep and tight, you were definitely born to service this."

Completely dominated and occupied by the massive shaft filling her mouth, she couldn’t utter any retort aside from muffled, choked sounds. She could only grit her teeth and endure each deep plunge, forced to widen her eyes and leave herself entirely at my mercy.

While the glans continuously rubbed and thrust deep inside, her mind was in turmoil with chaotic thoughts racing through her cerebrum:

"What kind of phallus is this hard and brutal... Stabbing so deeply straight down my throat that it makes my palate ache..."

Even though the pain and suffocation were evident, the scorching friction and oversized dimension stimulated an electric current running down her spine, turning her body soft and prompting her lower region to secrete even more arousal fluids.

The massive, rock-hard phallus continued sliding in and out of her oral cavity in my steady, forceful strokes. Saliva and slime flooded the corners of her mouth, creating wet, lewd sounds echoing in the enclosed restroom.

Driven to a dead end, desperate thoughts of resistance began to spark in the red-haired girl’s chaotic mind.

"Supposedly... if faced with a rape situation like this, I could completely use my teeth to bite down hard to defend and fight back... People always do that..."

Yet, immediately, the harsh reality and the terrifying disparity in size crushed that intention in the bud. She hopelessly realized that theory only applied to ordinary men. As for this monster of a phallus, it was simply too huge and too full, completely filling her oral cavity and forcing her jaws apart to their absolute maximum extension, stripping away any possibility of closing or biting down.

Her jaw ached and grew so tense it thust hurt, leaving her helpless but to let the brutal object rampage at will, with no choice left other than to bitterly endure.

The already rapid thrusting tempo suddenly accelerated, the strokes becoming manifold faster and more violent. High-intensity continuous friction generated scorching heat, making the cramped restroom air grow thick with heavy breathing and masculine sweat.

The red-haired girl was completely suffocated, unable to bear the massive shaft continuously driving deep, plowing, and striking straight against her uvula every time I pushed my hips forward. The choking, chest-tightening, and aching throat flared up violently, throwing her into a panic.

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming profusely, her hands clutched into fists as she relentlessly beat thud against my thighs as a desperate signal to stop.

Yet, completely contrary to that earnest plea, not only did I not slow down, but I also delivered even deeper thrusts, pinning her head firmly in place to torment her oral cavity without mercy.

Amidst the suffocation and overwhelming carnal sensation, chaotic, strangled, and crazed cursing echoed in her head:

"Damn it... I really can’t take this anymore... My throat is about to burst... Has he gone mad...? Stabbing this deep will make me suffocate to death... Um... pant...!"

Her body writhed helplessly, her legs clamping onto the toilet bowl, completely imprisoned within my brutal and inescapable rhythm.

Feeling the warm, inner throat contracting repeatedly and her jaw reaching its absolute limit of endurance, the climax inside me erupted violently as well. I let out a low roar, my hands gripping tightly onto both sides of her cheeks before pouring all my force into one final, ultra-deep thrust, burying the base of the shaft deep into her throat.

At that exact moment, I released a torrent of hot, thick semen straight into her mouth.

"Swallow it all down. A special gift for your slutty mouth," I murmured, breathing my scorching heat right beside her ear.

Successive waves of semen poured forth in massive quantities, leaving the cramped oral cavity with nowhere left to contain it. The opaque, thick fluid quickly flooded the space, overflowing past the corners of her lips before she could swallow it, streaming down her chin, staining the chest of her shirt, and spilling all over her neck.

Forced to swallow a massive volume of semen while in a state of suffocation, the red-haired girl rolled her eyes back, her throat twitching violently in spasms. At this moment, only chaotic thoughts of humiliation and overwhelming shock remained in her head:

"So much... so much... Why is his semen this abundant and thick...? It’s filling my mouth, choking up my throat... I can’t swallow it in time... at this rate I’m going to suffocate for real..."

She hiccuped in panic, tears and snot a messy, dangling mess across her face, her hands hanging limply and helplessly against my thighs.

After discharging the entirety of the thick semen deep into her mouth and throat, I slowly withdrew the massive, glistening shaft—coated in saliva and white discharge—out of her swollen lips. The veiny shaft still retained its stiffness, oozing a few final drops of leftover fluid.

I stood straight up, composedly adjusting my clothing, leaving her sitting dazed atop the toilet lid in a state of languid exhaustion.

The red-haired girl tremblingly raised a hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, using a few sheets of toilet paper to clean away the opaque semen smeared around her chin and collar. Looking at the slimy streaks stuck to the paper, she sobbed chokedly, her mind swirling with turbulent thoughts:

"Just now... did I just swallow all of that semen into my stomach...? That’s sick... I clearly have a boyfriend, I am clearly being brutally raped... but why... why does the taste of it leave me feeling somewhat electrified..."

She bowed her head, looking at the pooled fluids staining her shirt and her still-numb oral cavity, the salty, warm flavor still lingering somewhere on the tip of her tongue. Though shame and guilt enshrouded her mind, a sick, carnal satisfaction slowly and stealthily spread throughout her entire body.

Seeing her flushed face, swollen lips, and stunned expression, I leaned down, reached out to gently lift her chin, and smirked teasingly:

"How was it? Did my semen just then... taste good, sweetheart?"

Having the humiliating scene just now brought back up, a flare of anger and shame burned away her reasoning. She swatted my hand away, glaring at me with tear-filled, furious eyes as she cursed:

"You... you bastard monster! Get lost right now... you really are a beast!"

I felt not a shred of anger at those curses; instead, I let out a low, defiant chuckle. Before she could recover her wits, I roughly pushed her knees apart to both sides, opening her legs wide right atop the toilet bowl.

Taken by surprise by the sudden attack, she panicked and resisted, her hands trying to close her legs back together as she cried out in alarm:

"Don’t... don’t do this anymore... Get away...!"

Yet, that feeble resistance couldn’t sway me. I used one hand to grab the waistband of her translucent white pants, exerting strength for a hard yank.

The sharp sound of tearing fabric rang out, and the sheer pants were instantly ripped into shreds, scattering across the floor.

"Don’t... don’t tear my pants...!" she screamed in despair, her hands hastily trying to shield herself.

But it was too late. I quickly used my hand to shove her thong underwear aside, fully exposing her pink, plump vulva—swollen and overflowing with slimy arousal juices—right before my eyes.

I pressed my muscular body in close, clamping tightly against her trembling legs.

Panicking, the red-haired girl backed away until her spine was pressed flat against the cold wall behind the toilet bowl, her hands desperately trying to push my chest away in futility:

"No... don’t... Enough... Get away...!" she sobbed out a plea, her voice trembling with sheer terror.

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