You try to.

His prompting gets you to drop to your knees and stick your tongue in his ass. The instant you do is the breach of the dam and a veritable flood of white creamy liquid washes over you. You can’t resist gulping down some of it and it indeed tastes like a salty yet fruity rum drink. The flow covers you and is so much more than you could have ever imagined. You can hear him laughing as you sit on your knees, wipe your eyes, and spit repeatedly, “pla pla pla” occasionally licking your fingers and marveling at your sexy long fake nails.

“My turn.” You hear him say and the clicking of a keyboard.

“Not that stupid domination one.” You say as you turn to look at the screen.

“Naah, it was all new choices based mainly on your pick. I had to do a search for this one.”

“What did you search for?”

“Quiet on set.” The disembodied voice yells.

“You’ll see.” He says with a wicked grin.