Swallow his load

You realize if he continues to play you like this, you’re likely to either pass out, or worse, say something that will make him suspicious. The only way to guarantee that doesn’t happen is to wrap this up as quickly as possible. When he next positions his cock to enter your mouth, you are ready. You not only hungrily gobble his crank, but you reach up and fondle his balls. You make a point of rapidly running your tongue all over his cock each time it occupies your mouth.

Your efforts are rewarded with an appreciative groan from the older man. The speed and power of his thrusts do not let up, but you can tell from his leg posture and the rhythm of his breathing that he is rapidly drifting into the pleasurable bliss that comes from sexual gratification.

You are getting used to the invasive entry of his shaft into your throat and do not gag nearly as often. You take advantage of the few moments his cock is not in your mouth to intentionally fill your lungs with oxygen and to also stroke his wet, slippery rod with your hand. You look up at him and see that he has closed his eyes and has his head tilted back, soaking up the endorphins your mouth and hand are producing.

When he next resumes facefucking you, you can tell right away that he is on the edge. His rhythm is rapid — almost frantic. His breathing is harder and gasping. You brace yourself for what is to come, but you are still surprised when his sperm splashes against the back of your throat. You almost pull off of him, but his hands hold you in place as he steadily thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, unleashing more seminal fluid with each stroke. When you have swallowed down the last drop from his shaft, he continues to hold your head in place, and you massage his deflating rod with your lips and tongue as he slowly regains his breath. After a couple of minutes of this, he finally removes his hands and pulls out of you.

Wordlessly, he pulls up his pants and zips them up before stepping over to a desk, picking up a folder and studying it. You remain kneeling, wondering what you are supposed to do. You try to search Amy’s memories, but something about the incredibly-aroused state in which you find yourself has made her memories one confused, in comprehensible jumble of countless sexual partners. It is impossible for you to tell what Amy might have done in the past in a situation such as this.

Dr. Burbank looks up from his folder, apparently surprised to see you still kneeling there. “Well? Was there something you needed?” His voice is dismissive, as if it is obvious that Amy could have no other purpose for him than that which she just performed.

You stand awkwardly and wipe a drop of cum off the corner of your mouth.