Nope. Not even close.

As the random woman was struggling to fit any more of his length within her gob, Greg roughly grabbed both sides of her head, before ramming her face towards his crotch, as she began **** immediately, an immense bulge appearing in her throat, spit and slobber from the undefiant, though still concerned woman. Though after a mere second, the fact that this was not part of what he spoke in his unstoppable words set in, as she smacked and grasped at his thighs, trying to stop herself from asphyxiating even further.

Though did Greg care? Once again, no, as he, with no concern for her throat at all, shoved the remaining three inches into her throat.

As all fourteen inches of his rod were within her maw, she was unable to move, even though she needed to, when Greg spoke to her, “Don’t move. And don’t bite. And… Don’t die, if it works like that.”

And as he finished those words, he roughly continued throttling her throat, as she was commanded to acquiesce, and somehow, cosmically commanded to not die from the act, as the entire length of Greg’s member was resting in the woman’s mouth, and as he was standing there passively holding her head to his crotch with an iron grip, he collapsed into her form, being asphyxiated even further, **** all the way through, as he began unloading nearly a gallon of spunk directly into her stomach, and for some reason, she wasn’t struggling for oxygen, though it was still significantly uncomfortable, as she waited for the countless deluges into her, as her stomach expanded and expanded further, before his wearied form pulled his absurd member out.

After he extricated himself from her throat, she began heaving the immense load, as she spewed forth many liters of spunk onto the concrete beneath her, as she was processing what just happened, before Greg looked her in her eyes, grabbed her roughly by her arm and spoke, “Follow me, and don’t talk.”

And then began walking away, bumping into another big guy, who then tried to threaten Greg.

What did Greg Duncey do?

Greg Duncey chose to grab the man’s skull between his hands, and smashed it into his knee, once, then twice… After a minute or so, the man was on the ground twitching, as Greg continued walking, and as the sound of sirens were approaching, he waited for a minute, before the cops pulled up, and Greg told them to stop.

And upon walking up to the cops, he grabbed a baton from one of the men’s belt, and after a moment of though, he devilishly grinned, “Fuck her in the ass with this. HARD.” Greg spoke, pointing to a motionless female officer, before talking to her, “You can move, but you gotta let him do it.” He patted her on her head, before adding, “And you’ll like it.” And before walking off, and leaving the officers to their intimate actions, he told the rest of them to fuck for two hours before snapping out of it, as he resumed walking away, laughing devilishly, moans followed his leaving, as the countless bodies of the officers entangling themselves.

An ambulance came as he was departing, to surely be confused for the next two hours while saving the man whose face he smashed.

After an hour of walking, he saw a random skyscraper, and entered it.

A beautiful receptionist asked him if he had an appointment, incredulously, but Greg interrupted her, “Shhh… Take me to your boss.”

“Ok sir.” She smiled in response, as she began leading him through the building, to an elevator, and after two minutes, he was then led through a fancy top floor, he set his eyes on a gargantuan door.

Upon opening the door, he saw a stressed woman behind an ornately carven desk. And she was exquisite…

As she rose from her seat, about to begin yelling, Greg spoke first, “Stop. I’m your boss, why are you in my chair?”

The woman was suddenly shaking from fear, “Oh my god sir, I am so sorry… I…” As she went to continue, Greg stopped her.

“No. I don’t need to hear it.“ He then walked to the seat, taking her rightful place as his own, and after moving the chair up for his form, he comfortably leaned back in the chair, as it began creaking, but was otherwise quite stable.

As he was enjoying his newfound employment, he saw a much more comfortable looking couch in the corner of the office, as he rose from the chair, with it creaking even more from his departure.

As he was walking towards it, he pointed at the previous boss lady, “You, go find the ten most attractive women under you. Quickly.” As he finished speaking, she rushed from the room, knowing mostly who to bring, but she’d have to search for the rest, as Greg took his seat on the cushioned couch, he spoke to the confused receptionist and the woman he’d brought with him, telling them to sit on each side of him.

And after six minutes, the now sweaty boss lady had brought in ten confused women, all of whom were superbly beautiful, to Greg’s eyes, absolute perfection.

He spoke to them all, “Hello ladies, you all are mine now. Your purpose is pleasing me beyond any apprehensions you may have.” After a grin, “Well, get to work. With each other first, though.” As Greg, after pulling his pants from his form, grabbed the receptionist by her waist, lifting her with ease, and holding her above his monstrous prick.