After pissing all over me, he wrapped his hands around my throat and slowly, yet inexorably, pushed my face under the shower head.
and I begged
though I'm not entirely sure that I made much sound.
Sucking in small gasps of air when I could, the world faded away
until I was sure
that I couldn't take it for one more second
and he pulled my head out of the water, loosening his grip around my throat.
Occasionally shoving his hands in my mouth as I begged
my body negating my words
as I leaned in
and begged for more.
Until he pulled me in close and held me against his chest, as the water made its way down our bodies in hot rivulets.
I wanted his cock in my mouth
needed it like I had needed air only moments before.
I'm not entirely sure how I ended up on my knees
if perhaps he placed me there
or if I pleaded and begged my way down
until he was in my mouth
hard and ready.
And there was water, dreaded water, flowing down him. In my eyes, in my nose, flowing into my mouth as he shoved himself down my throat until I gagged
and begged for no more
feeling wetness that wasn't water
making its slow way down my thighs.
As I choked on his cock
sucked in water
blinded by a mixture of soap and water
the world faded further away
until there was nothing else.