You don’t, Jon keeps going

Jon’s hand leaves the back of your head, but rather than pull out he grips your hips and starts fucking you harder. You feel the condom squishing and stretching inside you, a thin layer of rubber all that separates you from your fate.

Fuuuuck it would feel sooooo good if it broke. Oh my god I hope it breaks soon, you think. But it doesn’t. Jon doesn’t slow down, or soften, and his precious seed stays safely locked away. You **** on your pleasure, breasts heaving beneath you as you writhe under Jon’s powerful body.

“Ohhhh fuck Jon! Fill me up with cum baby pleeeease! Oh! Yes! I can feel it inside meeee!”

“Unghhh yeah bitch, beg for it! Daddy’s gonna fill you up real good!” Jon gasps, his breaths ragged again. He’s reaching so deep inside you.

“Cum for meeeeeeee~!” You squeal, curling your toes in anticipation. He twitches hard, and you feel the condom bloat with even more cum, and more, rope after rope. It stretches deeper into you, filling gaps you didn’t know you had inside you.

“Oh fuck Daddyyyyy! Take it off and breed me already!”

It’s too much. His cock keeps spilling cum until finally it snaps. The condom bursts and both of Jon’s massive loads explode into you, sending you reeling with pleasure. You cum! You see stars as you cum on Jon’s magnificent rod, your spasming cunt milking him dry.

He still doesn’t stop. Where did he get this kind of stamina? You might wonder, but your brain has turned to mush. You orgasm non-stop as Jon continues to use you like a fleshlight. When he cums for the third time it over fills you immediately, spilling out of your depraved slit and dripping onto the floor. He bottoms out and stops moving, his cockhead pressed against your cervix.

You’ll never recover from that. You came so long and hard you can’t even remember your name, or where you are. Why does it matter, anyway? Your only purpose is to breed.