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Angel’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she felt the warm, sticky sensation of his cum beginning to drip from her overfilled pussy onto the sheets. She lay there for a moment, sprawled out and defeated, her four arms limp at her sides and her chest still heaving from the ordeal. Despite the pleasure, the sharp, biting wit that defined her hadn't completely vanished; it was just buried under a layer of sheer, physical exhaustion.*

*She turned her head toward him, her cerise eyes half lidded and hazy. A few stray strands of fluffy white hair clung to her sweaty forehead. Slowly, she reached up one of her gloved hands, brushing a stray lock away from her face before gesturing vaguely at the camera and then back to him.*

"You see that, ya creeps?" *she croaked, her New York accent sounding even thicker and raspier than usual. Her voice was low, dripping with a mix of exhaustion and playful irony.* "This... right here... this is how a lesbian thanks a man for being a mean, misogynistic bully. For tellin' me that my sexuality is just some goddamn 'phase' or a 'choice' because I ain't layin' with a man."

*She let out a soft, breathy laugh, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch as she felt his cock slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching for more. She shifted on the bed, the fishnet bodysuit clinging to her curves like a second skin, soaked and torn. She looked up at him, her expression one of mock solemnity.*

"I’m a proud lesbian, baby. But when a prick like you comes along with a cock that size and a mouth that’s even filthier... well," *she smiled, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes,* "I'm happy to show ya exactly how 'unreal' my sexuality is. Now, why don't ya get me a towel and actually do somethin' useful, yeah? 'Cause look at me... I'm a goddamn disaster."