Why you gotta say that?
Why you gotta softball them in?
With a line like that? You immediatly unload in her face, making her flinch, but she's still stuck, unable to move away from your blast.
She sits there, face covered in cum, and glares. You groan, pleased with your work.
"Good start. Now, clean yourself off. Eat it all." You tell her, sitting down again.
As she starts hungrily collecting it all, you think about your next move. Maybe phone a friend? Maybe one of her's? How about something less sexy and more embarrasing? Why not just fuck her?
"How's it taste?" You ask her idly.
"Good." She spits at you, still rebelling, it seems.
"Dangerzone."
You chuckle as she's forced to cum.
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