THROAT

Unbeknowst to everyone - Zendaya included - you knew before you ever came out here that your load was going down her throat. Sydney had taken your cum straight into her gullet, and if this competition was going to be fair, it was only fair that Zendaya do the same.

You abruptly grab the back of her head with one hand while the other comes to rest on her shoulder. Your hips thrust upward as you push her down with both hands. You press her down forcefully, but slowly, feeling every inch slide past her lips, bumping against the back of throat before pushing past the barrier.

She gagged loudly, but gave you all the power to lead the way now that climax was imminent. She certainly got some points for being accommodating. Her hands still softly massaged your balls - squeezing, teasing, pulling and rubbing them alternately while her throat was gradually invaded.

"I think he's made his choice, folks!" the host gleefully confirms. The crowd responds by chanting, "FUCK! HER! THROAT!" in unison. The chant spurs you on even more, somehow, to the true point of no return as your legs tighten. Zendaya's hands have moved to your legs in an attempt to brace herself, nails digging softly into your thighs as her mouth is pumped like an oil well.

"AGH...AHH....CUMMMMAHHHHHHH!" you unintelligibly yell out to your adoring fans, eliciting a large cheer as you feel yourself unleash. Your body spasms uncontrollably, your hand and shoulder holding Zendaya down, firmly in place to catch any and all the semen you have to offer. Despite leaving a mammoth load with her fat-titted co-star, you are able to pump just as much into America's current favorite starlet.

"FUUUUUUCK YEESSSSSSS!" you grunt as rope after rope pelts Z's uvula like a heavy bag. Surprising no one, this is also an area where she excels, gulping down quick, yet savoring every drop. When you're finally spent, your body simply relaxes and you lean back on the couch, bereft of cum and energy, moaning softly.

Zendaya makes sure to suck hard, verifying that she's drained you dry before coming up for air. She releases your dick with an exaggeratedly loud *POP*, smiling while wiping her face of dried pre-cum and saliva. She's clearly worse for wear, but carries it well, still commanding the room's attention despite her face being fucked for their enjoyment.

She coughs, a little, pats the wrinkles from her dress and turns to you. Her green eyes are red and teary, but still piercingly intense and innately seductive.

"So, did I win?"