No, what's the harm?

You applaud his initiative, eager to see where he takes things. While keeping his dick buried in you to the hilt, Sam lifts up your legs and while holding one arm around them, lays them both across one of his broad shoulders. Then with his other hand, he starts furiously rubbing your clit at the same time he resumes fucking you.

The sheer, overwhelming pleasure makes you almost forget about your somewhat compromising position. Still, through your own moans and Sam's grunts, you faintly hear a voice in your head. Remember the GAME, it says. You try to ignore it, to focus only on all the terrible, wonderful things Sam is doing to you. Remember the GAME. Waves of passion crash against you mind, but fail to dislodge that nagging part of your subconscious. ****

Remember the GAME!.

You had squeezed your eyes shut, bracing your entire body against the ongoing waves of pleasure washing over you, but **** them open anyway. Looking down to where Sam is still pounding away at you, you notice that the fingers which had been stroking your clit were now around his dick as it slid in and out of you. And with each rapid thrust, he is sliding the condom upward, bit by bit. It's already bunched up just under the engorged head, which by the look on Sam's face cannot be far from releasing its dangerous cargo. The bastard has turned on you! If you're going to stop this, it has to be now!