No

Marla moans. "I would love to cum with you right now. Wrap my legs around you while you shoot your cum deep into me and finally give me what I crave again."

She seemingly turns herself on as much as she does you with her words. "Or I would kneel in front of you, jerk you off, give myself to you, and you could shoot your cum all over my face and my breasts...you could even cum in my mouth. And I´d swallow for you."

Marla's moans become louder and your feel how your dick is desperately fighting against the cage, to no avail. "I would beg you to give me more of your dick, to submit me. But your penis is locked up now, completely useless. And all you can do is use your mouth while I pleasure myself with you, as nothing but a toy."

Marla seems to finally reach her climax, her legs closing around your face as she cums, almost screaming in pleasure.

"Fuuuuck, Ethan, you're so good at this. Don't stoooop. Such a good boyy..fuckkk"

Waves of satisfaction run through her body until she collapses on top of you, exhausted.

You lay there like that for a while, your face between her legs, her head on your thigh. You feel her breath on your dick, which slowly looses the feeling of almost-cumming, and begins to feel normal again, as you begin to feel a little more frustrated again.

“It’s a shame,” Marla says after a while. "I was hoping to get at least a few drops out of you."

Then she turns around and kneels over you. She leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, then she stands up and begins to dress. "You were good. Maybe we'll do it again sometime. Maybe I'll even find a way to get these keys."

Then she opens the door and leaves the room.
Shortly after you get dressed again as well, and follow her back into the livingroom