Mr. Self-Destruct

Douglas couldn't help himself anymore. The devotion to chastity beyond feet was simply too much. Valentina was snoozing in her chair. D-Train's cum was drooling down her leg, so close. Cum that had been inside her heavenly pussy, percolating and marinating.

He dared to place soft licks above the knee, closing in that dollop of cum. Then he felt a sharp slap of his cheek, and another rain of blows down upon him. Never scorn a Latina, he thought belatedly.

"I told you," she hissed. "I TOLD YOU!" She lifted him up by his earlobe, marching him to the drawer. She was strongly than she looked, literally pulling him out of living room, opening the door and booting his ass out. He was in his underwear. At least she had the courtesy of tossing his wallet, sans his credit cards, and his keys out the door as well.