Chuddy?

The ♥♥♥ accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The ♥♥♥ is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to ♥♥♥ all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own ♥♥♥. The ♥♥♥ accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the ♥♥♥ begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the ♥♥♥ is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with ♥♥♥ instead of molasses. The ♥♥♥ accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge.

Infinite ♥♥♥. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to ♥♥♥ uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your ♥♥♥♥ into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The ♥♥♥ accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to ♥♥♥ into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The ♥♥♥ is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the ♥♥♥ from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the ♥♥♥.