Grab her head and your cock into her mouth as you cum.

You're getting close, too, and as you feel that familiar tickle at the base of your spine you let go of your manhood to reach for something far better: your old, trusting lesbian friend's face. Her shocked expression is perfect to shove your dick into the lowest hole in her head. Covered in cum from her sloppy handjob, it would seem it's made her docile enough to not bite down or attack you, and all manages is having her tongue half-protest, half-massage the manhood shoved to the back of her threat.

It proves too much, and you begin to dump another load, seemingly no smaller than the last, directly into her throat. A few **** sounds is all it takes for her to be convinced: she starts to swallow you with the same **** gulps as before. By the time you withdraw your sensitive, overspent cock from her lips, she has a full SOLO cup of seed sloshing around in her belly, and it clearly concerns her as she holds one hand to her mouth and the other to her stomach. You collapse into the cheap love-chair behind you, and can feel the blissful smile painted on your face. You look down your own body at the violated girl, curious-

Devi quietly begins to pack up her equipment, her back turned to you. The silence is yawning, and painfully awkward, just enough to kill your revelry. She only turns to finally face you to begin ripping the pads from you, pulling pubes and leg hairs as she does so, ignoring your yelps and pleas until you grab her arms in both hands.

"Devi, what the Hell, stop that!"

"I. Have to leave." She almost sobs out the words. Her face is a mask of anger, even as she licks her lips. The weight of what you'd done begins to press on you: you **** her mouth, unbidden and unwelcome, even if it was preceded by those perverse acts of her own. The point had been that those were her own. The guilt overcomes your rebuilding hard-on, and she continues to pack.