I'm not proud of it... but I escape

Try as I might, I just can't shake you off. My arms and legs flail more and more desperately, but I just can't find the leverage needed to get your bulge off my face. Enjoying your position of dominance, you raise both arms in a double bicep pose for the crowd, which eats it up. It's clear that the audience is overwhelmingly rooting for The Champ, and you're loving every second of it as you continue to grind and bounce your engorged packaged against my pathetically shameful face. Unfortunately for you, there is nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal, and you've put me in an extremely embarrassing corner. You just barely notice that for some reason instead of rolling my face away from your smothering manhood, I nuzzle directly into it. Before you can even start to process why that would be, you feel the excruciating pain of my teeth biting down on the thin spandex material wrapped tightly around your fully aroused member. "Gaaaahhh!!" You scream out as your shaft is pinched in my mouth, and you immediately jump to your feet and backwards, both hands cupping your pained member.

I'm quite embarrassed myself about putting my mouth around your spandex covered shaft, but it was better than just lying on my back while you grind on my face to roaring applause. I seize the opportunity and roll back and away from you, trying to gain some breathing room whilst I recover.