Offer them to work some more on their throats.

"Do you want some more?", you ask Monica and Emma.

"Yes", they both say at the same time.

"Do you want me to force it down your throats?"

"Yes, please!" Monica and Emma both say.

You shove your cock into Monica's throat and start to fuck her throat, while at the same time you take your hand and jams it down Emma's throat. They both switch back and forth gagging and choking, Monica's face contorted with pleasure, while Emma has a look of terror on her face, her eyes wide and darting around as she struggles to breathe. You pick up the pace, ramming your cock into Monica's throat, while shoving your fingers into Emma's throat.

You start to pick up the pace, fucking their throats as hard and fast as you can, fucking their faces with your cock and your fingers, before you feel your balls tighten and a river of precum run down Monica's throat. You pump your cock and fingers some more, and before you know it, you're about to cum. You groan and your cock erupts, cum shooting into Monica's open mouth and down her throat. It's so much that some of it comes back out of her nose, but she manages to keep quiet about it. You keep pumping and shooting for a few more seconds, before pulling out of her and coming all over her face.

"You like that?" you ask rhetorically, as the cum starts to run down Monica's face.

She nods, still breathing heavily.You force your fingers deeper down Emma's throat. She starts to gag and sputter, but eventually manages to get it all down. She turns her head to the side, looking at you as she gets her breath back. Then she smiles and nods her head, as if to say "Thank you."

"Do you want some more?"

She nods.You reach down and shove your fingers even deeper into her throat, until she starts gagging and her face turns red as she tries to spit out your fingers. You push them down even deeper, until she starts choking and her face turns a bright red, and she starts puking your fingers out. You keep pushing until she's puking violently into the bucket in front of her, which Monica pulled out from under the desk, and when she's done she just lies there, gasping for breath.

You look down at her, satisfied.

Emmanuelle speaks up, "I think I need a few minutes to recover."