Slide up for a smother

Determined to humiliate me, you seize this opportunity and quickly slide your hips forwards, up over my chest. My messy dark hair whips around my eyes as I violently shake my head when I see what you're doing, a mix of desperation and disbelief filling me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't regained enough oxygen yet to try and mount any real defense, and you keep sliding up until the red spandex tightly wrapped around your bulge is brushing over my chin.
A ridiculous move that the audience absolutely eats up; a cacophony of laughs, gasps, and cheers fills the air as you wiggle your manhood over me, chasing my face as I swivel left to right to try and avoid having your bulge directly on my mouth.