Alyssa Stirs

Alyssa’s eyes come into focus. She puts her glasses back on and sits up to get her bearings, when wet smacking sounds of you roughly facefucking Dr Bethany’s **** throat snap her back to reality.

“Oh my god Dr Nelson! Stay right there, I’ll come help!”

“DON’T!!!” Dr Bethany reproaches. “You saw what he did when Dr Nelson tried to free me. Imagine what he’ll do if you take away his prized throat.”

Alyssa stops for a minute. ‘You have to think, Liz!’ she schemes. ‘Dr Nelson said some rare 2 hole variants will require external stimuli, aka stimulation of the SUBJECTS body.’

You’re now fucking Dr Nelson’s throat with the full length of your cock, slamming your ballsack into her nose with every thrust. Her feeble attempts at escape have turned into limp chokes as her consciousness begins to leave her body. Her quiet *guh *guh *guh is the only sign that she is even alive. You start to become frustrated, as her gagging surrender of her throat has brought you no closer to cumming. You tightly latch your hands onto her heaving, sweaty breasts, and pull hard on her nipples.

Still torqued-although-not-satisfied, you wrap your meaty hands around her head from underneath, frantically slamming her head into your hips while you thrust with all your might. Nelson’s soft gags have ceased completely, leaving her to foam slowly out of her engulfed and abused throat.

Alyssa scans the room. There’s got to be a tool, a manual, or something that’ll get them out of this mess! Dr Nelson pukes hard, spraying slime all over the top of her face and your ballsack. She then flatlines, losing consciousness entirely. Alyssa, in a panic runs in and kneels behind your rapidly moving ass cheeks. She pokes her nose into your asscrack, and then plants her flat tongue firmly onto your asshole