I can't...

The pleasure builds and builds as Kenny refuses to let up, and you no longer have the willpower to resist. You let out a loud moan, closing your eyes shamefully as you lose the match in three generous spurts all over yourself and the bottom of Kenny's boot. He lets out a slightly disbelieving scoff of laughter and inspects the tread of his boot, curling his lip in mock disgust. "You actually came from that? Christ, you really are a jobber, aren't you?" Without waiting for a response, he shoves his boot in your face, smearing some of your own cum onto your cheek.

"Well go on, lick your stinking loser cum off my boot. Then I'll give you the punishment you deserve and you can go find a hole to crawl into until your next little performance, hey?" He laughs as you actually start to comply, your tongue darting out meekly to clean your salty cum off of the bottom of his boot. Once it's clean, he steps back, fixing you with an appraising smirk as he decides what to do with you.