You convince him that his current prize isn't good enough

Think, girl, think! This might be your one chance to save yourself, but your window is closing as your legs are opening.

You clutch at your chest, as it starts to tighten with panic. Your chest... your chest...?

You look down, and see that your arms are indeed still wrapped around your chest. Which means...

"The sixty seconds haven't started yet..." you whisper in realisation.

"Yeah, I think we need to set up a proper timer, or at least declare a start time. Wouldn't want the prize going to waste before I was ready, right?"

This is it! This might just be it! It's a gamble, but at this point, it's all you have!

"Pfft!" Your scoff, sounding as genuinely amused as you can **** yourself to.

He tilts his head at you. "What's so funny?"

You let out a couple of Emmy-winning chuckles. "'Don't want to waste it', he says. What do you think you're doing right now?"

You feel his hands on your thighs relax, as his attention is momentarily drawn elsewhere. Not that it does anything to slow your thighs from compulsively continuing to part on their own, of course. Right now, you're wide open enough that he could easily shuffle forward and spear himself into you. You need to keep talking, fast.

"Think about it. What is your prize? You won the right to see me naked for a minute, and tear my hymen. That can be done in one thrust. One! Unless you're a one-thrust-buster, you'll be disappointed after that. Because you haven't won the right to continue sex with me beyond that. And I hear they take non-GAME **** very seriously around here."

You feel his finger tapping against your thigh. He's definitely mulling it over.

"So unless all you want is a sad, bloody, minute-long jack off, I suggest you press your advantage. Another GAME. Bet it all on your true desires!"

You pause for breath, panting deeply. You ran your mind & mouth ragged to make that pitch. Please, just let it work!