No, but Timmy isn't helpless

BM was still down and hurting as Monica moved in on Timmy.

“You… you really think I’m cute?”
Timmy squeaked as Monica grabbed his dick through his dress. “Ooh yea. Ain’t no girl scouts I know who’re packin’ that kinda heat, sweet thang.” She pressed up against him, pinning him into a corner.

“You uh… you said that was how you did it in the hood, huh?”
“Damn straight. Ain’t nothin’ fair on the streets, sugar tits.”
“Well um… this is how we do it in the KITCHEN!” Big Mama had been very specific on this sort of set up. He reached down his panties and pulled out a packet of chili powder, throwing it into Monica’s eyes quickly.

The latina screamed and held her eyes as they burned in the spicy sauce.
“Oh geez, I’m so sorry!” Timmy gasped. “I didn’t think it’d hurt that much.”
“I’ll show YOU ‘hurt that much!” Monica growled, her eyes watering as she tried to regain her vision.