What's next?

Return to Rachel

A few hours have passed and Jason teleports back to Rachel. She is still fingering herself and rubbing furiously. Her head is leaned back on the chair, and her face and chest is soaked in a flood of cum. men and women alike are still rubbing off on her and a line about sixteen people long has formed with a few bystanders still filming. She's still trying to shout but her voice is gone and you only hear her gargling on cum. She's beyond sobbing; just quietly defeated and sitting as a living cum target. She looks unrecognizable and Jason can't help but laugh.

Getting in line, he waits to be in front of her, quickly writing down another rule.

New Rule: When I, the author of this rule, cums, I produce twenty times more semen than the average man.

Finally stepping in front of the powerless woman, Jason starts stroking. A thick layer of cum in covers her face and eyes and she doesn't know he's here. Suddenly she's hit in the face with a huge blast of semen, another hitting her chest and finally her open legs. She stops and rubs her eyes clear. Jason is standing before her with his dick and out grinning down at her devilishly.