No

Sandra puts her hand behind your head. "I actually just came up with a better idea..." She guides your head to where her growing cock pulls away the waistband of her panties. "I just know you are going to love it! If you thought my precum tasted good, wait until you taste this..." she grins slyly, "or don't!" She quickly shoves your head down before you can protest. You are **** straight down into the pool of cum that hasn't soaked through the panties yet, and get a big mouthful as your mouth was open to protest. You pull back a bit to catch your breath and swallow (seeing as you have ****), and your chin catches on the waistband. The now superslippery blue silk needed no further encouragement to slide down off the head of her cock quickly, snapping back underneath it. It does that with great **** from its multi-foot journey; so much so that it forces the pooled cum out of her panties, soaking your face which was there to intercept it.

Sandra giggles. "Thanks for cleaning me, but now you have my mess!"