The guys start unloading into my mouth. The load I'm gargling is growing larger and larger and they still keep on giving me more, rubbing their bell ends against my lips when they think Jack can't see them. Those little contacts were making my skin creep. I see Billy smiling behind the camera - but he's not giving us away. Sperm is already pouring out of my mouth, I groan, letting the director understand I can't take any more of it! 'Don't swallow it yet! Lift your head up so that your mouth holds it all like a bucket'.