She sure does

With the scene coming to an end and Tracy surely reaching the brink of orgasm at her own hands, you decide now is the time to have some fun of your own. You leave your boxed gift from earlier on the dining table and move towards your little slut, with your bowl in your hands. Tracy now has her eyes closed as she continues to finger herself, edging closer and closer to sweet release. You position the bowl on the floor beneath Tracy's glistening pussy which is already dripping juices into the bowl.

"Allow me to join you slut." You say as you start rubbing Tracy's clit whilst she fingers herself. She takes a sharp breath in as she is shocked by your presence directly in front of her.

"Oh my god, you scared me. How long have you been there?" She removes her hand from her pussy, giving you full control, instead opting to fondle both of her breasts as you work your fingers into her practically gushing hole. The bowl already seems to have a noticeable puddle collecting inside it.

"Long enough to see the depraved stuff you were getting off to, you truly are just a filthy fucking whore aren't you?"

"Yes sir, I'm your dirty little slut. Please punish this naughty fuckdoll's tight pussy." She moans as she tilts her head back, approaching the brink of climax.

"As you wish, slut." You reply, removing your fingers from her hole and instead spanking her pussy repeatedly.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck yes daddyyyy. Oh my goooooood." She's wailing louder than the volume was on the TV as her pussy starts spraying periodic bursts of squirt juice straight into the air after each slap. You step back, admiring your handiwork as a few more bursts arc up and then back down into your perfectly positioned bowl. Some of it of course splashes out onto the floor, but you suspected there would be a clean-up required after your newfound technique anyway.

Tracy on the other hand is quivering, having reached a whole different kind of orgasm to what she's experienced before. Just when you seem to think she might actually pass out, she moves one hand down to her pussy and starts gently rubbing her now pink lips and clit.

"There really is no satisfying you is there slut." Tracy lets out a little giggle and smiles at you playfully as she continues rubbing herself.

"Well, seeing as your pussy looks a little sensitive for the minute, why don't I use that whore mouth of yours."

"Of course sir, use this slut's holes however you please."

With that you walk up to Tracy and flip her round, so that she's lying on her back with her legs over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down over the edge. It's at this moment that Tracy looks down and notices the bowl that's been positioned beneath her, now about a quarter full with her squirt juice.

"I see you were taking notes while you were watching. You're picking up this whole thing quite fast." You smile at the compliment before whipping your dick out of your pants and positioning over your slut's most talkative fuckhole. Driving your dick down into her throat, you're now in full view of that distension you noticed earlier in the shower. As you plunge the full length of your cock into Tracy's mouth, you can see the visible outline of your length on her neck. You slowly start driving your cock back and forth down her throat, which from this new angle has Tracy gagging and coughing up spit all over her own face. You can't see it yet, but all that saliva is dribbling down her face and dripping into the bowl positioned beneath her. Picking up the pace now you proceed to practically fuck the whore's throat. The living room is filled with the *glurk* *glurk* of Tracy's throat as you skullfuck your submissive little slut and she unknowingly fills the bowl with her saliva. Whilst doing so you spot the box containing your gift on the dining table and decide now is as good a time as any to give it to Tracy.

You remove your cock from her throat and hear a deep gasp as Tracy catches her breath following her prior deepthroating.

"Holy shit, that was intense. Thank you sir." She says as she spits the remaining slobber in her mouth onto her face and shakes a dangling strand off into the bowl. The concoction of squirt juice and saliva has now mixed and filled half the bowl with a slimy substance of Tracy's making. You walk over to the table to collect your gift for her.

Kneeling on the couch Tracy looks at you and asks "What's in the box?"