Thread: Ariana Grande's Only Sex Tape {darkest_fate&Joshua Sankt Johannes}

Despite the praise being showered upon Ariana, she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't doing this right. There shouldn't be this much gagging, this much spit leaking out, her eyes shouldn't be leaking, her makeup smearing across her pretty face. Professionals didn't look like that. Then again, Ariana was hardly a professional. The ache in her jaw and throat attested to that. She so desperately wanted a break, just a few sucks of air, something. Why hadn't he cum yet? He had to be about ready to burst, surely. A grip, and Ariana blinked those pretty eyes, confusion taking hold. What was he... the answer came with a thrust. Ariana let out a scream into the cock, feeling every hard inch stretching out her platinum pipes. more gagging and spit then before leaked from Ariana as she struggled. She felt her nose press against his hard abs, smelled him so powerfully as she took in a deep breath. Each breath felt desperate, as if he choked the life out of her. The precious air sucked through her nose, taking his heady scent with it each time. And she could feel his cock. It had to be stretching her throat, pushing against the well-worked, well toned muscles. A hand closed, and she swore he was attempting to jerk himself through her throat. She let out a little groan, trying to shake her head, to say that this was enough. How much cock had been skewered in her? Surely he'd be hitting her stomach by now. She felt so skewered, her mouth a gaping, aching hole for his cock. Water again flowed into her eyes, running hot trails down her face. She wanted to stop, to end this. Then her vision swam. Ariana blinked, saw spots, blinked again. She felt darkness closing on the edges, felt her eyes rolling back. The darkness would swallow her and then... and then.... pop. Ariana greedily sucked in air with great breaths, not noticing that a long strand of spit had stretch, not caring that spittle and who knows what had just splattered her face and dress. She didn't care she wanted air, to breath, her sore throat and aching jaw free. Hands moved and she felt her arms falling down, hanging loose, then moving up to massage her throat. Other hands, not hers, his, descended upon her pert little butt. She got to her feet. How? When? She wasn't entirely sure. Then more praise, her glassy eyes looking to his. Lips seized hers and she could only open, letting him in. Her tongue weakly moved to his, more out of reflex. She could feel his hard, throbbing cock press against her taut stomach. He hadn't cum. Why had they stopped if he hadn't cum? Did he want her to jerk him off? Then a sweep. What? she said, blinking. Go down... what? something about it only being fair? What was he talking about? Confusion dominated Ariana for several long seconds. Are you talking about--- her eyes widened as she started to put it together, her lips parting. That was most definitely not part of the deal. Did she want it? I--I guess, I mean.. she rasped, her mind spinning .What had she just agreed to? We're not done, are we? she asked, mostly confused, looking around. Is going down what's---- she looked to the camera, blinking, not knowing what she looked like. Disheveled hair, smeared makeup, spittle caking a pretty face and already smearing on a dress. The hem of said dress pulled obscenely high. yet no one could doubt that the dazed girl who looked at the camera now was anyone other then Ariana Grande, pop superstar.