I finally gagged, trying to swallow every drop. Tears mixed with the cum on my face. “I need you to take this back to the room,” I said, my mouth to her ear. “What’s wrong?” I asked, dismayed. Adam rolled off of my face with another groan. I thought he was going to split me in half as he went to work. He was tall, probably around six foot three, and he was definitely a heavy lifter in the gym. “Thank God,” she whispered, sighing and letting her pen fall. And, I thought, it aroused me. My eyes were still squeezed tightly shit as the sperm covered my face. I was buzzing pretty well, though not nearly as drunk as I had been at my last frat party, and thankfully so. I was whimpering as he stood me up, his hands guiding me. “No you don’t,” he said quietly, removing his right hand from the cock and grabbing my head with both hands.
