While Hannah's eyes bulged with the sudden invasion of her throat, a satisfied expression came to Blake's face as he basked in her hit tightness.
Blake held onto the back of Hannah's head, keeping her in place and when the euphoria from the first penetration began fading, he pressed forward his hips, going deeper into her throat and widening it.
Powerlessly, Hannah grabbed and squeezed Blakes's butt her hand trailing to his muscular thighs and at some point unconsciously, she began rubbing her hand up and down his thighs, not minding the cock which dug deeper and deeper into her throat till it bottomed out.
Hannah looked up to Blake, her eyes wet, and full of lust and anger.
All that was happening was wrong for the former commander, Blake was her enemy, the man who had taken everything from her, but here she was, choking on his dick and even getting wet below.
"No, he is the enemy,"