Those tits, of course, before shutting her up for a bit

I and my cock rose to meet Brie, wrapping my arms around her waist and shoving my face between her tits. The crowd went nuts as I motorboated Brie Larson in front of them, taking more pleasure in the humiliation than in the stiff, firmly-wedged breasts themselves. When I finally got bored, I slipped around behind her, pressed my bulge against her ass, and yanked her plunging neckline open to share that overrated chest with the world.

The reaction wasn't quite as enthusiastic as I might have hoped, so I turned Brie around to see what was wrong. The prude had flesh-colored pasties on under her dress! I ripped those right off, enjoying her yelps of pain with each one and leaving her nipples bright red. I gave those nipples a good twist before pushing Brie down to her knees.

"Pull my pants down," I asked politely, "please."

Brie quickly unfastened my button and fly, but then tried to speed things along by grabbing the waistband of my underwear, too.

"No, no; you'll get to that soon enough. Just the pants right now. I have a surprise for you."

Glaring up at me, Brie pulled just my pants to my ankles and, as I stepped out of them, her jaws dropped at the sight of my Captain Marvel boxers. Brie Larson's own face smiled back at her from my crotch, her mouth perfectly aligned for my dick to stick out through it.

"I-I definitely didn't okay that."

"Do you like it? I had these custom made. I just love how awesome you look in that suit, so I wanted to have you wrapped around me. It really helps give me the confidence to take what I want."

"R-right..."

As the crowd gave a canned "Awww" at this (apparently) heartwarming scene, I took advantage of Brie's slack-jawed stare to shove my dick in her mouth, pulling her down until her lips met those of her image on my shorts. She tried to scream, but that just added a nice vibration to my facefucking. She tried to fight me off -- or at least slow me down -- by slapping my legs, pushing against my hips, even flexing her throat to **** me out of her. All of that just made the audience laugh -- and made me thrust -- harder and harder.

I turned her around and trapped her head against the edge of the host's desk so I could pound her throat even harder. Eventually, she stopped fighting and her face turned purple as my shaft cut off her airflow. I thought about leaving it in until she passed out, but decided I wanted her conscious for what I was going to do next. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and slapped her with it, leaving a trail of her own spit across her cheek.

"Get up," I barked. "Lean over that desk."