The famished nun whimpers and starts rapidly swallowing, as if to milk your cream by suction alone. The pressure behind your dick keeps growing and your balls bloat with their unspent seed. Scylla seizes your ass with her soft hands and her pinkie slips inside of you, stroking your prostate in hopeful encouragement. You actually shout in pain as your testicles go into overdrive, skin growing tight as they expand under their load, swelling by the minute. You find your feet, trying to coax some of the blood from your cock, but the ring has sealed you at the peak of your tremendous mass. You back away from the bed and Scylla is pulled along, crawling on hands and knees. Her throbbing lips have puffed up so large that they cover her nose and chin, hot flesh and drool caressing your balls with every movement. You step toward the table where you placed your wine and pull the cork out with shivering hands. You throw back the bottle and take a deep swallow which you almost immediately spit back out. The sight of you drinking set off something in Scylla’s famished stomach and now the muscled walls quiver and rumble around the head of your cock, demanding the hot flow of your cum with a force that knocks your feet out from under you. The nun’s head is dragged forward as you fall and she lands atop you, her wet breasts pressed against your watermelon-sized balls. You seize up as your body tries desperately to cum again and your testicles lurch under the pressure, gallons pouring atop gallons.