You invite bids on your boxers

It's not fair for her to have most of the gold and all the fun, though. You pull Manda into your lap so she's straddling you. Her yes, yes! echoes in the chamber. Your boxers are giving you a cramp.

"So before you're off to Rio," you mumble from down in her cleavage, "how much are you gonna pay me for my underwear?"

She laughs, her hands in your hair. "How much can I pay you to keep them on?"

"Manda, are you really giving up a chance to fuck the Man with the Golden Cum?"

You feel her sigh into your neck. She scoots down your chest, until her crotch against yours shrinks the prison of your boxers to unlawful dimensions. She gives you that hard, Mama Bear stare again.

"If you're done being an ass, Alex, then no. I wanna fuck you."

The governor issues a pardon, and her hand leads your dick to freedom above your waistband.