Tom - fleeting thought

He's covered in drool and effort, he has my head in his hands and he's repeatedly jamming himself into my throat. I'm gagging and coughing and wet eyed. He has his fingers between my thighs. He raises his hand. I watch his eyes flicker. I see a thought of smacking my cunt slide swiftly through his mind. He doesn't do it though, and that's a shame.