No

“Too late, too bad, too sad, Tes,” Millie spat out. She turned to her phone (which she discovered inside her bag suddenly, and decided to use as a decoy to pretend that they were filming [though unbeknownst to her, Barry had a hidden camera in the room which was DEFINITELY recording]), and flashed a wide smile, saying the words that would seal Tessa’s fate, as well as her own.

“I’m Millie Satra, and Barry... the Barrower, I mean, has my full consent to film me and own me like the slut I am. Now, barrow me baby! Pound me silly!” Millie purred, fixing Tessa with a knowing smirk, grinning even wider as she saw the look of devastation wash over Tessa’s face.

“Whelp, you heard her Tes! What can I do when one of my many sluts asks me so nicely? Here you go, Millie!” Having said that, Barry moved forward, entering Millie and claiming her sweet pussy for himself.

“Ahhhhhh YESSSSSS!” Millie cried out. She was incoherent for the next few minutes, never letting out anything but moans and moans and moans, which only grew louder and louder and louder.

“See, Tessa? You shouldn’t have been so haughty as to make that bet. I ALWAYS get what I want in the end. Right, Millie?” Barry slapped Millie‘s ass, causing her pussy to tighten around his cock.

“MMMHNMNMMM!” Millie got out, nodding her head. She was rewarded with a load of hot cum straight into her pussy, and she gave one final scream of delight before collapsing onto the bed, twitching and moaning from the residual pleasures of the experience she’d just had.