"Where's my cock?" Ying Zheng demanded. "Tell daddy where his cock is, fuck-toy. I want to hear you say it, bitch."

"It's in my ass." She whispered. "Your cock is inside my ass, master."

"Not quite, fuck-hole." Ying Zheng whispered. "Not at all. That is just the tip. This, sweet fuck-whore, is my cock." He growled, and pushed with all his force into her tight ass, ramming his twenty swollen centimeters deep into her ass until his nuts finally slapped into her wet cunt. The sudden and deep penetration caught her off guard, probably causing at least some pain.

"Ahhhh…oh my God…!" She groaned as Ying Zheng forced his meat inside her butt. "Oh my fucking God."

"Now I am in your fucking ass, girl. That is my cock right up your fucking shit-hole, bitch, and I am now going to sodomize the fucking life out of you, fuck-toy." Ying Zheng growled and started to pull back out of her ass as he spoke. As her tunnel closed behind the withdrawing invader, she gasped and groaned. Then gave a tiny bleat of pain as he once again rammed the full length of his cock back into her anus.

"Now you can fucking tell me where my cock is, bitch. Now you can fucking tell me what I am fucking doing to your filthy little fuck-hole." Ying Zheng growled, and she slipped her right hand from her ass check to clasp it onto her mouth as she growled into her fingers."

"Grrrr!" She groaned from the pit of her stomach as another deep thrust forced her thighs onto the edge of the desk. Ying Zheng tugged the belt tighter, and she let out another deep groan. A deep guttural, primitive sound similar to women giving birth. Yet she finally managed to speak.

"Your cock is in my ass, master." She panted. "You are fucking my butt. You are tearing my poor little ass open with your cock, and I fucking love it. Fuck me. Please, please fuck me. Fuck my ass, daddy."

Ying Zheng had not told her to call him. daddy, and he thought about punishing her for it, but he quite liked it. Instead, he gave an extra vicious thrust and yanked her torso up off the table with the belt around her neck.

"Straighten up, bitch." Ying Zheng hissed, and though she cried at the brutal thrust into her guts, it only came out as a spittle gargle due to the leather cutting into her windpipe. Ying Zheng pulled the belt even tighter. She started to breathe heavily through her nose, and he could hear snot and tears rattling with each breath. He was choking her to death and sodomizing her as he did it. If she was going to survive this, Ying Zheng would need to come soon, very soon.

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"Good fucking anal fuck-whore." Ying Zheng growled. "You don't get any air bitch. Not until I have filled your shit-hole with come." Ying Zheng growled and fucked her even harder. Looking down Ying Zheng could see the edge of the table was cutting into the soft skin of her thighs, and he knew there would be bruising from that but he did not care.

Instead, he was possessed. The only thing he knew or cared about was ramming his cock into her anus as hard, as fast, and as deep as he possibly could. Again, he pulled out and rammed his full length back into her ass. This was a fucking amazing piece of anal. Not the best I have ever had, but fuck me her ass was good.

"I have to give it to you Biao Zi. You have a fucking good butt, bitch. Your husband is a fucking lucky mother fucker. How often does he get to poke your ass Biao Zi, tell me?" Ying Zheng asked, but of course, poor Biao Zi could only gargle and blow snot as she struggled to get enough air not to black out. Her hands were now at her own throat and her fingers were scratching at the leather, desperately trying to ease its lethal grasp on her windpipe. Ying Zheng wondered if she truly thought she was about to die that day. Again, he pulled the belt even tighter.

Ying Zheng knew Biao Zi would not die that day. He was not fucking stupid and he definitely was not an idiot. He strangled many, many women and girls in this way, even causing some of them to black out, but he had killed very few of them. Ying Zheng loved the panic and their fear of dying. He loved how it tightens their bowels, giving his cock even more pleasure as he anally rape them and he loved the power it gives him, having their lives in his hands as he fucks the living shit out of them. Literally. He loves them knowing that he owns them at that moment. He loves looking forward to that second when he finally empties his balls into their ass and releases his grip on the belt. He loves how they gasp and gulp for air as he grabs their hips and impales them fully with his squirting cock. he loves holding their trembling bodies as the last of his seed fills their guts and they finally realize that they are breathing again; that they are not going to die after all. Then he loves accepting their gratitude for letting them live, as they willingly clean his soft, spent, and sometimes extremely dirty cock with their mouths. he loves all of these things, and now it was Biao Zi's turn to provide him with that love.

The orgasm built quickly once he realized how close Biao Zi was to passing out. Her fingers had slipped from her neck and her arms flopped beside her body. She was still conscious, but her breathing was less desperate though much more rasped. Ying Zheng knew this moment well. The point where the person gives up and accepts their fate. Biao Zi had given up and was drifting into unconsciousness. Ying Zheng came, pushing as deep as he could into her ass, he sent the first wave of spunk into her guts and loosened the belt around her neck. She immediately started to gasp for air and to cough the build-up of snot, phlegm, and bile onto the desk.

"That's it fuck-bitch." Ying Zheng groaned as he sent his seed inside her anus. "You get some air into your lungs while you still can because soon my cock is going to be back in your mouth suck-bitch." he stated, and he meant it, though he doubted Biao Zi even registered that he was speaking to her as she gulped gratefully at the now available air and wiped her face with her hands. Only when he finally felt the last squirt of sperm leave his now softening cock did he pull out of her ass.

"alright suck it bitch." Ying Zheng stated, taking a step back from the desk. "I know you are still trying to breathe and to get your head straight, but I need you to get off the desk, turn round and get on your fucking knees. Right now." As he gave her the order, he slapped her right ass cheek. Not as hard as before, but enough to make her jump to life.

"That's it honey-pot," he said gently. "Stand up slowly so the blood doesn't rush to your head. That's a girl." he encouraged, and Biao Zi slowly wobbled to her feet before turning to face Ying Zheng. "Take the belt off your neck and drop it onto the table," he added.

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