He didn't ease her down.
He fucking hurled her.
One vicious yank on her hair ripped her head back and slammed her to her knees so hard the rug tore skin from her kneecaps. She didn't even hiss; her mouth was already gaping open, tongue lolling out like a starving animal, drool already pouring over her bottom lip in anticipation.
Phei fisted the root of his cock with one hand, the other twisted so deep in her hair he felt scalp give, and he speared her throat in a single, murderous thrust.
No warning. No mercy. No humanity.
The fat head punched past her tongue, crushed into the back of her throat, and kept going, forcing its way down until her nose was mashed flat against his pelvis and her lips were stretched so wide around the brutal thickness that the corners split and tiny beads of blood bloomed.
Her throat detonated around him, convulsing, spasming, trying to scream, trying to breathe, failing at everything except milking him with frantic, choking contractions.
A wet, guttural GLURK-GLURK-GLURK exploded out of her as he dragged back barely an inch and immediately hammered forward again, harder, deeper, like he wanted to punch straight through the back of her skull. Her entire body jerked like a rag doll, tits flailing so violently the heavy flesh slapped her own chin with meaty thwacks.
He set a savage, mechanical rhythm, hips pistoning like a jackhammer, cock raping her throat with wet, obscene slaps that echoed off the walls.
Every thrust wrenched her head back until her neck was a long, trembling column of stretched skin and bulging cock, then slammed her forward until her face was buried in his groin, nose grinding into his pubic bone, lips kissing the root, throat visibly distended around the full, obscene length of him.
Saliva detonated from her ruined mouth in thick, frothy ropes, exploding over her chin, splattering her bouncing tits in heavy sheets, dripping off his swinging balls in long, glistening strands that snapped and whipped across her face with every brutal thrust.
She gagged so hard her stomach heaved, throat clamping down like a vise, but she never once tried to pull away.
Instead, her hands clawed around to his ass, nails carving deep, bloody furrows into the muscle, and she yanked him deeper, faster, harder, choking herself deliberately, forcing her own destruction.
Phei snarled, something primal and teenage and unstoppable ripping out of his chest, and wrenched her head back until she was staring straight up at him, throat stretched into one long, open sleeve of flesh.
Then he started fucking straight down into her, the obscene bulge of his cock rising and falling under the skin of her neck like a living thing trying to crawl out.
"Look at me while I wreck your throat, Aunt Melissa."
Her eyes bloodshot, rolling, ruined locked on his, pupils blown so wide there was nothing left but black, desperate worship.
She moaned around his cock, a broken, grateful, cock-drunk sound, and swallowed it down with the next thrust like it was holy communion.
That was it.
Both hands locked in her hair like iron vices, fingers ripping out chunks at the roots, and he fucked her face like he was trying to kill her with his cock.
The room filled with the most disgusting symphony: wet, retching GLURKS, choked animal sobs, the wet slap of his heavy balls smacking her chin, the filthy squelch of gallons of throat-slime forced out around his shaft with every plunge.
Her throat kept spasming, swelling from the abuse, getting tighter and hotter with every second until it felt like a burning, pulsing fist strangling his cock.
Thin strings of bile joined the mess now, acrid and yellow, sliding down her chin and pooling between her tits, but she only giggled, wet, deranged, euphoric, every time he bottomed out, the vibration ripping another snarl from his chest.
He was right there.
With a guttural, bestial roar he slammed in one final time and held, hips crushed to her face, cock buried so deep her throat bulged like she'd swallowed a fist.
Her whole body went rigid, then started convulsing, hands clawing bloody trenches down his ass and thighs, eyes rolling fully white, throat fluttering in frantic, oxygen-starved death-spasms around his shaft.
He held her there, impaled and suffocating, for twenty-five endless seconds, until her limbs started to go slack and her throat milked him in one last, desperate ripple.
Only then did he rip himself free with a wet, obscene pop.
A torrent of saliva, bile, and pre-come gushed from her ruined mouth, splattering the rug in a filthy puddle as she collapsed forward, coughing, retching, laughing, crying, all at once, face a destroyed masterpiece of smeared makeup, blood, spit, and tears.
She looked up at him lips split and purple, throat raw and gaping, voice nothing but gravel and smiled like he'd just handed her salvation.
"Thank you," she croaked, barely audible, voice shredded to ribbons.
Phei stared down at the woman who used to make him feel two inches tall, now kneeling in a lake of her own filth, face-fucked beyond recognition, begging for more, and felt something dark and ancient lock into place inside his chest.
He dragged a rough thumb across her swollen, bleeding bottom lip, painting himself with the mess.
"You're going to swallow every next last drop when I decide to feed you," he said, voice low and lethal. "And then you're going to thank me for turning your throat into my personal cum-sleeve."
Melissa leaned forward on her raw knees, mouth already opening wide again, tongue out, eyes shining with pure, broken devotion.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, voice completely destroyed.
And took him back down her swollen, bleeding throat like it was the only thing she'd ever been meant for.
He didn't give her warning.
One second her throat was a convulsing, milking sleeve around his cock; the next he roared raw, teenage, victorious and erupted straight down her gullet.
Thick,scalding ropes of cum blasted out of him, pulse after pulse, flooding her throat so fast she couldn't swallow it all. It backed up instantly, thick cream bubbling from her nose and the corners of her stretched lips while her eyes rolled white in overwhelmed bliss.
She gulped frantically, throat working around the head, drinking him like she was dying of thirst, moaning broken gratitude with every hot jet that painted her insides.
He held her skull flush to his groin until the last spasm left his balls, until her convulsing throat had wrung him dry.
Then he ripped free.
A final gush of cum and spit poured from her ruined mouth as she sagged forward, coughing, laughing, crying, cum dripping in thick ropes from her chin onto her tits. She licked her swollen lips, chasing every drop, eyes glazed with worship.
Phei was still iron-hard. Seventeen years old and raging.
He hauled her up by the hair and flung her forward. One brutal sweep of his arm sent the monitor crashing off the desk (glass shattering, cables whipping) and Melissa folded over the edge with a sharp cry, tits flattening against the cold wood, cheek pressed to scattered papers.
He grabbed her right leg and threw it up onto the desk, knee bent, foot planted wide. Her left leg stayed on the floor, trembling. The position split her open completely, obscene and helpless.
He stepped in behind her and wrenched her ass cheeks apart with both hands, spreading her so wide the skin blanched white around his gripping fingers.