No

The Angel bears down on you, hellfire in her mascara-smudged eyes, and her expression scares you so much you drop the hose at her feet and mutter a meek apology.

"Oh, sorry's not enough," she says as she grabs up the hose. You cringe back, expecting her to turn it on you, but she just steps closer, leaning in to wrap her hand behind your head and pull you into a kiss as she pushes you against the wall of the shed.

It's so quick and forceful that you're stunned into letting her shove her tongue into your mouth, until you feel her other hand slide the skirt of your dress up to your waist. You try to pull back, but she holds you tight, the hose spilling water down your legs. She has her eyes closed as she kisses you, but when they suddenly open again, as hot a glare as ever, the water pressure changes to a hard pin-pointed spray aimed directly at your panties.

You gasp into her mouth, squirming between the Angel and the wall. She breaks the kiss as a moan escapes your lips, the spray tickling your sex through your soaked underwear. She smirks down at you, releasing you to shut the water off and toss the hose aside.

"You got me really wet," she devilishly drawls, licking her lips. Through her running makeup she appears pleased with herself, still positioning herself around you so as to keep you against the wall. "If you're really sorry, you'll use that mouth for more than apologizing."

Both of you breathing heavily so close to each-other fills the air with panting, dripping tension, and you feel compelled to lick your lips as well, swallowing the traces of her saliva lingering in your mouth. She stares down at you expectantly, and your eyes roam her drenched figure, her heaving breasts and pointed nipples poking through her dress that clings to her curves with revealing wetness.

"On your knees, Princess." The Angel encourages you to follow her demand with a guiding hand on top of your head, widening her stance as she lifts her skirt. You kneel between her legs, facing the dripping red thong on her crotch.

She unceremoniously drops her sopping skirt on your head, nudging her hips forward to shove her cunt in your face. "Get to work. Make me cum and you're forgiven." As you reach up to begrudgingly pull her thong aside, exposing her pussy, you notice the hose lying on the floor and the valve within reach.

It wasn't so bad when she sprayed your crotch with it; maybe she'd appreciate the same...