I quickly say, "Cease." This seems more like a query than anything else.

I look at David in the reflection, and he looks back at me. I understand his feelings just by looking at his face. The word "halt" should not be taken literally. When the light turns red, you should stop. After I give him the ol' head nod, he yanks me down his cock another inch. Inability to cease: "I can't. You shouldn't be feeling this great. Is there anything else you can handle?

Yes, I blubber out.

One slow inch at a time, he's bringing me down to his length. Time passes, and his language becomes more...