You've had enough fun.

You slip your hand out of her jeans and step back, stowing your cock away and zipping your pants back up. She looks like an absolute mess, with her pants completely soaked down to her knees and thick white cum dripping all down the front of her shirt. It looks like she's wet herself, and in a way, she has. You're definitely keen to how much she squirts when her pants are completely off.

"That was... incredible..." she breathes, wiping the perspiration from her brow. "W-where did you learn how to do that?"

You shrug. Natural talent, you guess.

"So, we all good with Kevin?" you ask, moving her to the side so you can open the front door.

"Huh? What about Kevin?" she asks, looking confused. Holy shit, the dumb slut completely forgot why she was even here in the first place. "Oh! Yes... Kevin... yes we're fine."

"Well, if there are any more issues with Kevin," you say. "Feel free to pay me a visit."

You take your hand, still covered and dripping with her thick juices, and abruptly shove it into her mouth, poking your fingers down her throat. She lets out a little yelp and flinches her head back, but interestingly, she has no gag reflex - something you'll have to test out one day. But not now. She's so taken by surprise by your fingers in her mouth that she doesn't expect the sharp push from the palm of your hand against her chin as you shove her out the door backwards, slamming it close in her face.