No.

“We hadn’t, you said you were waiting for marriage,” Tony says.

“Well, let’s just say this accident made me change my mind.”

“I’m not sure if that’s wise. I feel like I have an obligation to help you remember the convictions you held before you lost your memory.”

“Do you really not want to hit this?!”

“Trust me, I’d love to but I try my best to be a good person about these things.”

“Uggghhhh! You’re so annoying right now! Last chance creep, do you wanna fuck or not?!”

“I don’t think it would be fair to the you that I knew, I just want you to regain a little bit of your memory before we fuck.”

Poki storms off through the house. She’s pissed and very horny. She used to be able to just jiggle her ass and any ma would be putty in her hand. Now the guy she wants most is resistant to that? Poki wonders if that’s why her pre-amnesia self liked him. One of the first guys not to objectify and lust after her. The worst part is that she thinks he’s right. She appreciates how respectful he is and how strongly protects her past ideals. Everything added together made her want him even more. Poki digs through Tony’s closet to find something sexy to wear. She stumbles onto something Tony had bought years ago for a different girlfriend: A full French maid costume. She walks upstairs, confident and ready. She walks through the door and makes eye contact with Tony. She breaks eye contact immediately when she sees something moving in his pants.

“Awww, is someone getting hard?” She walks over to him, letting her massive hips sway back and forth with each step. Her tight maid skirt barely contains 3/4s of her enormous ass. She stops 4 feet from Tony, spins around, bends down, and picks a sock off of the floor. Her skirt hikes up revealing all of her perfect ass, and showing that she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Come on baby, don’t be shy.” She pops back up onto her feet. “If you wanna do something with me, all you need to do is ask.”

“I’m sorry, you still don’t have enough of your memory back.” Poki’s face twists into a snarl of rage. She regains her composure and drops to her knees. She looks up at Tony.

“Come on, let me take care of you a little bit. Let me show you how good my blowjobs are.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll let you cum down my throat.”

“I won’t.”

Tears well up in her eyes. In a broken voice poki says “final offer: you can grab both sides of my head and use my mouth as a fucktoy. Please… I want it.”

“Fine, just one second.” Tony opens the iGod app on his phone. He activates the gag reflex mod on Poki. Tony rams his dick down her soft throat. Poki chokes and gags. The realism on the mod is incredible (everyone should buy it immediately). Poki is violently uncomfortable but would rather be nowhere else than here. She’s over the moon that her boyfriend is enjoying it. She’s always been a submissive little bitch. Tony slams in and out of her mouth. Poki is weeping profusely from her gagging but still loving every second. Tony shoves every last inch down her throat and cums. Poki chokes on the cum as she’s **** to swallow. Tony pulls out, the tip of his dick dripping with cum. “Who’s a good slut?”

“I am.”