Roy should do fine... With a little guidance.

You spend the rest of the morning pleasuring each other with your mouths. Roy follows every little thought you have regarding how he should eat your pussy. He licks, nibbles, tongues, and fingers you when and where you want him to without fail.

As Roy licks up the juices from your third orgasm, his cock swells even further in your mouth and you feel his balls tighten. You decide to keep him hard and stop him from cumming with a mental command; you want him to cum along with you.

When the wave of sheer pleasure finally hits you, your entire body convulses as your senses are overwhelmed. Your pussy squeezes at Roy's tongue, and your throat muscles give his cock the same treatment. He unleashes a torrent of spunk, most of which gushes down your throat. As he pulls out, the last couple of spurts land on your tongue and lips.

Coming down from the high, you lick your lips and taste his seed. You're both panting like animals, exhausted from one of the best orgasms of your lives. Roy's penis is glistening from the milky cum, and his face is smeared with your juices.

"Clean it up, slut," he grunts, indicating his cock. Again you feel the pull at your navel, and this time it's noticeably stronger. You find yourself moving to take his cock back into your mouth, and before you know it you're sucking the last drops of cum from his softening penis and licking it clean.

Panic sets in. What's happening? Why am I following his command? You look to your hands, checking to see if you're still wearing the ring.