All that matters

Adam was unable to breath. His face started to turn blue from the lack of oxygen, and he quickly became ****. He tried to move up his head, but couldn't: He stopped to stroke her sisters cock, and tried to grab her wrists to push her away. But it had almost no effect, her hands easily withstood his attack and held his head firmly in place. They even continued to press it back down.

Adam did not understand, how she could be so much stronger than him. Sure, she worked out, was head cheerleader, and super fit. Her strong, shapely long legs, her fit tummy and even a hint of biceps showing on her arm. But he was still a man, and tried everything he could. That should count for something, shouldn't it? Sweat was running down all over his face, which by now had turned completely blue, because of the lack of oxygen. His eyes were pleading and ****, but Sarah's own head was tilted back, her eyes closed, her body shaking, and Adam could hear her cries of pleasure.

It was then, that he understood: Her mighty dick, spurting blast after blast of cum into his throat. She was superior in every way. He was inferior. To pleasure her cock was all that mattered.

Accepting this simple truth, he gave into his fate. He was inferior. Her monster cock was all that mattered.

Entirely spent, Adam gave up on his resistance. He even let go of her hands, letting her sister press his face further down on her mighty pulsating cock, shooting spurt after spurt down his throat. He even resumed stroking her lower shaft to increase her pleasure. It was all that mattered.

With this realization, Adam himself had another orgasm, although his pathetic 4 inch dick was not even able to produce anymore cum and went limp quickly.

With his small dick going limp, his vision faded and Adam feinted as well.