Consolata chooses that moment to push his now well saliva lubricated dick down her throat and Walter's words turn into a groan that seems to come all the way from his scrotum, which is tingling from her running her fingernails lightly across its surface.
Walter: Oh my gosh! That stuff is going to come out, I can feel it, please stop, I don't want to gross you out! It'll ruin everything…