Yes, he’s all pent-up

Your hard work is quickly rewarded. Mr. Smith grunts, unable to hold it in after your pussy got him so worked up all day. You choke as he pushes your head down, forcing his cock deep into your throat and spraying an ungodly torrent of semen into your belly. It just keeps coming. You struggle for air. He doesn’t give you an inch. Your vision darkens, and you pass out.