Refuse

Even in your post orgasm glow, you're getting a little annoyed with Betty bossing you around like this. You twist your head to one side and tell her you're not going to lick her out.

"What!?" she yells, grabbing two handfulls of your hair and twisting them hard and painfully, "You fucking better!"

You yell and struggle, but with her legs pinning your arms, her pussy smashing into your face and her **** grip on your hair, you're not going anywhere. You feel your cum running out of her pussy and into your face.

"What's the matter?" you hear a voice say, "Is he.. misbehaving?"

The goth girl sits back a little as she leans back to answer, letting you see who's standing at the door, but keeping you pinned firmly to the bed.

"Yeah, he is," says Betty to the girl leaning against the door frame, "Want to give me a hand?"

It's one of the girls you saw downstairs, and she grins at you wickedly and nods.