It seems you'll be swallowing now...

Willy is really going to town on you now, and you can feel your neck bulging with every downwards thrust. You roll your eyes up in their sockets while your meek gurgles are dampened by the thick cock that is pressed between your lips. Willy's balls are slamming against your forehead in such rapid pace that it's almost numbing. As the edges of your vision start to fade, you wonder how much longer you can possibly take this. But then you feel his dick starting to throb in your mouth and his balls spasming against your forehead. You try to gurgle a faint protest, but it's drowned out; both by his loud moaning and the fact that his crotch is completely covering your face at this point.

Your cheeks bulge, your chest raising and falling rapidly as you sputter and cough around his thick shaft; **** for oxygen. Then Willy lets out a loud groan and the next thing you know hot semen starts flooding down your throat, spurting straight on past any point of resistance. You open your eyes wide in desperation, flailing your arms around with little regard for the camera. You're **** and drowning in his thick ejaculate as it continues sliding down into your stomach. You can even feel some of it spurting out of your nostrils, and your eyes burst full of strained tears. You feel close to barfing and on the verge of passing out, but you can do little but wait until he stops blasting down your throat. You weakly try to push him off once you feel the flood stem somewhat, but are unable to muster the strength to convince him to dislodge.

You are dimly aware of a camera being rolled even closer to the action. It's almost pressed up against your face as Willy finally decides to step back. His thick shaft dislodges with a wet sound, but not before dribbling another line of cum all over your face and eyelids. You are left gasping; taking long, ragged breaths as you try to recover. You swing yourself up, one hand around your throat and desperately dry-heaving to try and cough up whatever's left. But it has long disappeared far down your throat; shot so deep down your neck that there is no recovering any of it. At least you were spared the flavor.

"Cut! That's a scene!", Murph calls out to your great relief. You let out another soft cough as you wipe the cum and tears out of your eyes. You catch Willy smirking at you, looking very pleased with himself. But he does have the curtesy to extend a hand in order to help you off the counter. You swing your legs over the edge and grab a hold of Willy's hand as you hop down, still a bit dizzy from the whole ordeal. Feeling his large load settling in your stomach doesn't really help the feeling either.

"Bon apple-tits", he tells you, with a stupid grin on his face. "Thanks, hon. You know where to find me if you get thirsty again". You just stare at him dumbfoundedly, not even sure how to respond to that. He quickly shuffles off to the corner to pull his robe on, and before you know it he has walked off the set altogether. You tightly clench your teeth in annoyance as you press a finger against the right side of your nose.

You are in the flattering process of snorting out the remaining semen in your left nostril when you notice Murph approaching you. "You took that like a champ, Marcy", he compliments you, before flashing a rueful smile. "I just wish we could have gotten some facial footage. You'd have looked great in the montage", he adds, before shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. "Anyway, I fear I need to hurry off to another shoot now, but talk to my assistant for your compensation. I do hope to work with you again in the near future".

You give him a soft nod, and he seems to take note of your somewhat unimpressed reaction. "Oh, and I do apologize for Willy", he quickly adds. "He can be... difficult to work with".