Karma

Despite your valiant efforts to hold it in, the **** on the back of your throat can no longer go unnoticed by your gag reflex, and you feel your lunch barrleing up your throat. You vomit all over the big cock, and all over the associated crotch and legs, too. He immediately pulls out, put is still hit by a second wave that comes up through your throat. Ain't karma a bitch? He starts screaming at you, upset and humiliated.

You hear cries of "That's fucking gross!" and "Eww!" from the football players, combined with laughter at the vomit covered legs and cock of the player who had so recently been numbing your tonsils. The players holding you up drop you on the floor, and you wipe the cum off your face and the chest of your shirt as you watch them follow the vomited-upon walk to the showers to clean off, making fun of him. You think that now would probably be a good time to leave.