Not even for a second.

Grace screamed around John's cock. Her muffled scream was quickly interrupted by her retching and convulsing. She was clearly gagging, but John kept her head right where it was. Right where it belonged. She was running out of air and was growing ****. Her arms began to flail as John felt the contents of her stomach rise around his cock. He fucked into the warm, thick slop until the pressure became too much and it shot around his dick and up her throat.

It exploded out of her mouth, spraying John's balls and stomach and thighs. It even shot out of her nose as tears streamed down her face. John kept fucking her face for a few more strokes, sending the puke flying all over the both of them. Finally he released his grip on her head and she shot up.

"UUGGGHHPPP" Grace cried as half a liter of vomit spilled out of her mouth and onto John's lap. His hand shot to his cock as he used the slop to lube up his cock and he started jerking off. Every passenger on the plane looked back at the noise, but couldn't see John's puke covered cock from their angle, and instantly turned back around when they saw a poor young girl losing her lunch. Most passengers even covered their ears, not wanting to hear the disgusting act taking place.

Grace convulsed and retched again as another half gallon of vomit came streaming out of her mouth. For a full two seconds a sustained steady stream of slop shot out of her mouth and onto John's dick with such **** that it felt like putting his dick under a shower head.

"I'm so *HIC* I'm *BLUURGH* I'm so Sor- *BLUUGGP* sorry!" Grace cried as the last few ounces of puke spilled out of her mouth and dribbled down her face and onto her shirt. Grace shot up and ran to the front of the plane sobbing. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

John was still jerking off when he noticed the stewardess walking up to him.