If it hurts and I ask him for a break, he won’t even listen to your cries.
He would then bend me over one of the dirty public toilets, me face down, and that’s when he will ram that meat stick into my pig hole… where he will breed the fuck out of his newly owned property as soon as he grunts and I feel his dick pulsate, each time feeling his thick, potent, virile, warm daddy cum - for how ever long, as rough as he needs, and as many times as he felt. Gagging noises or any breaks that aren’t his idea will be followed by a hard paddle to the nuts later. When he pulls his cock out after a decent half hour of breath control while his cock thrusted down your throat, all the while, using it as a warm, human flesh light. Sometimes holding the back of your head to jam it all in as far as it’ll go… his tip poking far beyond your epiglottis and tonsils if he’s well-endowed enough. Once the back of my throat coats his sweaty, stinky, post-workout smelling bull cock and bull balls with enough of that extra slimy tonsil lubricant you get when a man’s penis head violently taps on the back of your throat every half a second for how ever long he wants. If only I were in that restroom… it’s a damn shame I wasn’t… cause, I’d be naked, on my knees, deep throating on his daddy dick, while my fingers worked over his pumped daddy nipples.