Grab his balls!

You feel his balls striking your chin over and over as Sam continues his ****. A perfect target! You try to grab it, meaning to squeeze his balls 'till they pop! Sam catches on, however, and traps your arms beneath his knees. He sits up straight with his full weight on your upper chest, and pulls your head up so he can continue fucking it. You look up at him, along flexing abs and sweaty pecs, to see a mad grin staring back at you. "Just give in, Cindy! Everything will be better once it's over! You'll learn to love this!"

Unexpectedly, he slows down, then comes to a complete stop with half his cock still in your mouth. You stare up at him, shocked and confused. But there is neither mercy nor pity in the eyes that look down at you. Slowly, he sinks down completely into you, pressing his pubes up against your lips and nose. You gag around the thick shaft as it blocks your breathing, and apparently, the motions of your struggling throat are enough for him.

Time slows as adrenaline surges through your veins, but no amount of delay can stop the inevitable. In slow motion, you feel Sam's muscles tighten. Oh, fuck, no! You feel his cum slowly coming up through his cock, pushing your lips the tiniest bit further apart. This can't be happening! You feel the burgeoning torrent of cum along your tongue as it makes its way up his shaft. There must be something you can do! You feel the swollen head of his cock split slightly apart as your terror reaches its climax. And you just barely feel your sticky, white demise hit the inside of your mouth, before everything fades away...