She was hungry

You take two steps back to survey your vile handiwork. The girl is covered in jizz and saliva, her entire front covered from chin to thighs in a nasty film of slime. Wiping the tears from her reddened eyes, she coughs and wheezes thick wads of cum as she regains her ability to draw breath. She looks up at you through bleary eyes and - to your surprise - cracks a big, sunny smile! Her mouth opens and strange, unfamiliar words pour out. Now, you're a massive moron and your linguistic proficiency is basically pretty limited. If you could, you'd communicate entirely in grunts, demands for more microwave food, and poorly-spelled comments on sleazy internet sites. So imagine your surprise when the waif's stream of sore-throated verbiage (which sounds like a charming mixture of Arabic and Teletubbese) arrives in your tiny brain as easily understandable as your own native tongue.

"What on *cough* earth was that?" She asks.

"Uuh, deepthroat?" you answer, unsure if she´ll understand.

"Well, it hurt!" she answers petulantly, "but that stuff at the end - that juice you shot out! What was THAT?" There's with a slightly disconcerting gleam in her eye.

"Errm, jizz? I guess?" you reply, dumbfounded. Now that you're done **** her little gullet, you're at a loss for words. I mean, it's not like many girls have wanted to actually talk to you of their own free will...

"It was delicious! I've never tasted anything like it!" she proclaims. "I thought I was going to die of starvation out here! Mother sent me out to find some food for the brood, but I couldn't find anything. I was so hungry I couldn't walk, so I just lay down by this tree to rest. Perhaps I owe you my life! By the way, I'm Ishari."

"Uh, glad I could be of help. I'm Dave..." you drone back, scratching your balls and absent-mindedly sniffing your hand.

A low grumbling sound interrupts your conversation. You realize it's coming from Ishari's stomach. Blushing deeply, she looks up at you, her deep black eyes full of dripping hunger.

"I'm afraid I'm still very hungry..." she murmurs, reaching out to touch the renewed bulge in your horrifically unfashionable cum-stained bargain-bin sweatpants. "Could you feed me some more of your - what did you call it - 'jeez'?"