I ask Jack to fuck my face! (15:5)

(*ting*) Please Jack, fuck my face.

"Please Jack, fuck my face!" you say, lost in the moment, before returning to suck his cock.

But wait... WHAT DID I JUST SAY? you ask yourself.

FUCK, NO!!

But it's too late now! Jack's hands, like the mannequin from your first level, have already encircled your head and now Jack is pulling your head down on to his cock.

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

You mind shrieks with panic. This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

"Did I just tell a mannequin to **** my mouth?" you think, panicked.

Jack pushes your head all the way down his hard dick, which seems to have now grown both in girth and in length. Is such a thing possible??

He finds the entrance to your throat, and pushes...

... but he can't push in. Your throat is too tight.

Stop, stop, stop!! you think frantically. You try and the say the words, but with a fuck rod in your mouth, all that comes out are unintelligible burbles (and spit, a LOT of spit).

He tries again.

NO!!!

But again, he's unsuccessful.

He reaches a hand down, grasps a nipple and pinches it, HARD!

You scream, your eyes bug out wide, but your scream is cut short as he's now able to thrust his cock all the way down your throat!

Immediately, you start gagging, your eyes watering as you look up at Jack, but he looks down at you, with a bit of a confident smirk, as he holds your head down, his long member now definitely snaked down your throat. You feel it twitching.

After a minute he pulls out and you have a chance to breath and swallow, but a few seconds later and he's pushing it back in.

This time, your throat puts up less resistance, and after a bit of worming around, his dick is able to breach your defenses and thrust back down your throat. You gag again. This time he pulls out just a bit, then back down.

He's fucking your throat!

"OH GOD, HE'S FUCKING MY THROAT!!"

Back out for a quick few seconds of air, then back down again.

This time he goes right in, all the way down. Then he starts fucking your throat in earnest, thrusting deep, so deep your nose is now pressed against his pubic hair on the down-stroke, then pulling out, then down again.

"Shit, he's a mannequin," you realize, as you struggle for air. "HE COULD CONTINUE THIS LITERALLY, FOREVER, HIS COCK COULD NEVER GO DOWN, YOU COULD BE FUCKED LIKE THIS FOR HOURS!!"