Too much !

Rrrrrrip!

Your hands stop. You open your eyes and look down, to where his boxers have been pulled around his knees. With your sudden tug, Adrian didn't have time to bring his legs together close enough to allow the boxers to slip down smoothly.

As a result, there is now a large gash torn into his underwear, rendering them virtually unwearable.

"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorr-" you go to look him in the eye as you apologise, but your gaze only makes it halfway up before it gets caught on the glistening cockhead bobbing just inches away from your face.

A moment passes. Maybe longer, you aren't sure. Time becomes a mystery while you find yourself hypnotically engrossed in the penis before you. Its shape. Its colour. Its shine. Its, sniff, God, its smell!

You need to stop. You compose yourself, and stand up. This time, you succeed at looking him in the eye. He has a lustful smirk plastered onto his face.

"I'm sorry about your boxers," you finally manage to say.

He laughs it off. "It's ok. But I'm adding a condition to the GAME." He points at your crotch, your black panties being the only things left to preserve your modesty and hide the dripping wet pussy beneath. "If I win, I get to tear that up to my heart's content. That seem fair?"