No

“N-no,” you choke out as Lena’s tongue circles your clit, before she starts to suck on it hard. You squirm, pressing your thighs against the sides of her head.

“Ah, very well then. Prefer to live with a boy, eh? Well I know just the one,” he says, and writes something down. You want to protest but the paper disappears in a puff of blue smoke before you can find the words in your lust-ridden head.