Harry makes the final push.

Marigold was in a trance. Her hands were holding a man's penis, a man she barely knew. She didn't even know his last name. But she didn't hate it. She didn't feel bad or wrong. Mari was doing a good thing. She was just repaying a favor, just helping her new friend Harry feel good. That wasn't so bad. There certainly wasn't anything wrong with making kind people happier, and that was all this was.

Harry had had enough waiting. This girl looked amazed by his penis-- and that felt nice. But it wasn't what he really wanted, and he was so close to that. The way her red lips hung open was so enticing, so inviting. Harry knew that he would have to take matters into his own hands.

One hand snaked over Marigold's arm and around behind her head. Harry cradled her head, almost lovingly, looking down at the once-innocent young woman with a kind smile on his face. He was really going to enjoy doing this. "Let's start," he said.

He didn't give Mari the chance to react. He grabbed her head from behind and pushed her head in, angling her mouth. He watched as her eyes bulged the moment that his dickhead passed between her lips and pushed past her teeth and into her throat.