"I can't take it all," she gasps, tears streaming down her face, mascara staining her cheeks. Yet, she persists, her head bobbing, her hand working the shaft in sync with her mouth. The man groans, his hands fisting her hair, forcing her to take more. She gags again, her body convulsing, but she doesn't stop. "Dirty talk me," she begs, her voice hoarse, and he obliges, his voice low and filthy, pushing her to take more, to take it all.