To the victor go the spoils!

Victorious, you lift yourself off of Lilly and stand up. Lying on her back, legs spread, knees bent, she shoots you a sour look. It's not a pleasant glance, but it seems that the orgasm robbed her of the composure and focus she needed to hypnotize you. You can finally look at her attractive face and her heavy, succulent breasts without falling under her spell. And, of course, you still have a great view of her wet, flushed pussy, gleaming enticingly in the dim light.

"Bravo." She sounds like a very sore loser. "You beat me. But not by much. I don't know how you think you'll ever make it out of here, boy."

"Thanks for your concern," you smile back, dryly, "but let me worry about that. And besides, it's the result that counts." You kneel between her spread legs, and with a start she looks down to your rigid, throbbing cock.

"You should p-probably just go onto the next girl... don't you think?" She stammers. It's amazing that such a sexual person would be **** to help you celebrate your victory! You chuckle and, grabbing her roughly by the hips you bodily flip her over. The way her glorious tits swing as she turns is a sight to see.

"Oh, I'm in no rush," you laugh. "Besides, I should really take advantage of this **** that Rose gave me. I'll be ready for the next girl in no time apparently!" You seize her hips again and pull her up to her knees. She gasps in surprise, but rises up so that she's on all fours, her perky bubble-butt jiggling in front of you.

She doesn't seem to be able to hypnotize you, but you're still wary. Fucking her from behind means she doesn't have a chance to.