Yessss....!!

You cry out. You throw your head back. You arch your back and thrust out your chest. But most importantly, most notably, you release everything that's been building up this whole time. Delilah forces it out of you. And, at her request, out of you it comes. You cum.

Delilah throws her own head back -- just to laugh at you, mockingly, as she rubs you through your orgasm. You... you had her so close...!!

Removing her hand slowly, and tauntingly, she waves it just in front of your barely-perceptive eyes. You can see the glistening sheen that's been applied all over it....

"I told you Debbie, you ain't shit. You wouldn't be able to satisfy my Jason. So how about you leave us alone?"

Your mouth opens. Not to respond, you're barely taking in the words, you just lost control of your jaw muscles. She reaches forward and rubs her wet hand dry over your shirt.... over your boobs.... then lightly slaps her hand against your face. It's barely even a contact, but it's enough to send your limp head rolling to face away from her. You came so hard....

"And your boobs aren't that good anyway."

Professor Phoebe just smiles at the two of you, seeming content in how things played out. "Looks like somebody couldn't hold it."