Neel's fingers tighten in your hair like reins as he forces your head down—his cockhead hitting the back of your throat with practiced precision, the salty-bitter taste flooding your mouth before you can gag. Precome leaks onto your tongue as he sets a relentless pace, your lips stretched obscenely around his girth while his free hand gropes your bouncing tit through your thin nightdress. "That's it, choke on it," he rasps, hips pistoning faster when your nails dig into his thighs—the pain only making him thrust harder, his balls slapping your chin with each deep plunge. Outside your bedroom door, the floorboard creaks—your sister humming as she passes by, oblivious to the wet sounds of your face-fucking just inches away. Neel's smirk darkens as he yanks you off by your hair, spit stringing between your swollen lips and his glistening cock. "Hot little slut" he pants, tapping his shaft against your tear-streaked cheek, "thats it, yeah look at you hot as fuck , messed up by your jijus cock."