Simply take it

After what feels like a minute Willy stops thrusting into your mouth, but that certainly doesn't mean he's done. Instead, he now simply forces your head back and forth, holding his hips still as he shoves you up and down his length with his arms. You don't even try to pull your head away anymore, simply taking it and hoping that he'll be finished soon. Or perhaps Murph will call out for a change of position before you pass out. You gag and cough occasionally, but there's simply no escaping the rough throat-fucking.

Willy's hairy balls continue slapping and bouncing against your chin. Drool spills from your lips and runs down his cock, starting to make a mess of your cleavage. You drop your arms and just continue licking and slurping while Willy continues using you. Your eyes roll upwards, your throat is starting to feel numb from the constant intrusions, and your lungs scream for oxygen.

"Marcy!", you suddenly hear the director, Murph, call out. You try to turn your head to look at him, but Willy keeps his hands gripped tightly around your head and happily continues humping your face. "Do you think you could look a little more... alive?", you hear Murph ask. You'd really like to answer him, but Willy is not granting you the opportunity.

Silence follows, apart from the continuous noisy wet sounds of your throat being violated.

"Eh. You... are alive, right?", you hear Murph ask with slight concern in his voice. You let out a soft gurgle in response to let him know you're still conscious. "Willy! Get that fucking dick out of her mouth for a minute!", Murph calls out angrily.

Willy complies, releasing your head with an annoyed grunt. You drop on your back on the floor, almost **** in your own saliva. You cough, then take a few deep breaths as you stroke your throat with one hand. "I'm... I'm alive!", you gasp, finally granted the ability to look towards Murph. "I was... I was doing fine until Willy...", you hastily add, trying to defend your lack of initiative. How are you supposed to 'look alive' when Willy didn't even grant you the opportunity? He was frantically humping your face within seconds of you even getting started. And all the heat, the bright lights and your confining clothes certainly weren't helping either.

"She's trying", Willy says, and for a split second you assume he's jumping to your defense. "She just can't do it".