Unfortunately not

Try as Harry might he couldn't hold back any longer he couldn't bare it. He cam.

Hard.

His cum covered her gloved hands some of it splatting across her mask.

She did not look impressed she clearly didn't expect her performance to work on him that quickly.

"Oh dear looks like we have our first loser, you two remain here, the rest of you may leave."

Harry looked sheepishly down at the woman in green still kneeling in front of his crotch.

"Fuck you, you pathetic loser".

Oh Harry thought it wasn't his fault he tried his best.

The sound of boot steps behind them made Harry turned around.

A tall figure dressed in a tight black cat suit stood there. They wore a gas mask that covered their face.

Another one stood next to the first one, they both looked like women but it was impossible to know for sure.

"Drones please unmask these loser"