Open your lips to protest (or you know.. other stuff)

You're still shocked, staring at this man as his strained meat flexes in your face. The speed he strokes sends bits of sweat and stinking pre-cum launching over the distance, some speckling your chin.

"Hey- Seriously, close enough!" You begin, your voice quiet so not to drum up attention, but either he doesn't hear you, or he simply doesn't care. He continues to stroke wildly, more pre-cum beading at the tip and glazing his fingers, the sound of fapping now unmistakable. You feel the eyes of other passengers move to you, and phones are slowly pulled out.

"Alright, back up du-"

*glk*

Your mouth is filled with the head and shaft, the tip finding the back of your neck, forcing the sound from your throat. Another thrust follows it, this one making another lewd echoing sound. His pre-stained hands find the sides of your head, and hold you steadily while he grinds the taste of sweat into your tastebuds.

*hlk* *krlg*

He begins fucking your face wildly, and while your eyes are strained to a shut because of the feeling of your jaw working overtime, you still get the glimpse of his excited face. His.. rapidly weakening expression.

He was close.