He lifted her, then dropped her, and she fell into a field of rough white fabric. It was a tissue, and he held it in his other hand, and she was now in the middle of it, while...

While he stroked his great, immense cock.

"I'd let you do this, but I don't have time, Diane," he explained, biting his lip. His face was red now, his eyes glistened madly. "On your knees. Open your mouth!"

She followed the order, her eyes now glued to the head of his member; she could not believe this thing once easily fit in her mouth. It could now destroy her. Break her. She stared at it, fully in the subspace now, waiting for it to erupt, longing to touch it...

And it did erupt - the firm strokes of Nathan's hand brought it to the end, and his cum sprayed out in a milky torrent, hitting her squarely in the face and forcing her on her back; it kept pumping onto her, into her mouth and eyes, soaking into her clothing, saturating the tissue around her... the smell of it filling her lungs, peppery and musky. She heard herself moan softly. Nathan crumpled the tissue, smothering her, encasing her in the cum-soaked papery mush. He dropped her on the floor then, the tissue cushioning the fall, and as she slowly crawled out of it, fighting her way through the excess cum, she saw him wipe himself with a bunch more tissues, all of which he threw into the rubbish bin. She didn't have the time to say much as the field of view got filled by the sole of his shoe.

"Lap up some of that," he commanded as he dropped his shod foot on top of her, squishing her into the cum puddle and the squelching tissue. "I'll keep you, Diane. Welcome back."

And, as he got back to working, she remained on the floor for the rest of the day, pinned beneath his expensive loafer as she gulped his seed from the flattened tissue, her mind completely blank and broken.