Not yet

"Nah, I think it really suits you." She grumbles from the other room and returns with her water. She sits down next to you on the couch you recently defiled her on. She takes a sip of her water and just kind of awkwardly looks at you.

"So." She trails off.

"So," you respond.

"Are you going to give me the answers you promised."

"I already did remember?" Like a spell being broken, she puts down her water and stands up and pointing at the door.

"So how about you get the fuck out of my house?" She yells angrily. You pick up her glass and calmly take a drink.

"If I leave, who is going to let you clean the cum off your face?" She hurriedly sits back down.

"Okay, okay you can stay for a bit," she relents. You sit in awkward silence for a few minutes. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. Taylor looks at you with a horrified expression and wet cum on her face.