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“A mattress? Fuck if I know!”

Becky’s smile turns from sweet to borderline sadistic and she chuckles deeply. She leans back and begins lightly stroking her cock while drinking in the sight of your nude form.

“Oh yes. Once I fix that dirty habit you’ll probably be my new favorite. The answer was a ‘river’ by the way. I think I’ll keep Agatha smart, you’re dumb enough as it is.”

Your heart sinks as you realize your chances of getting out of this place are so slim it’s almost impossible now. She needs you to mess up one more time and both you and Agatha are seriously screwed. And literally screwed. So much screwing will happen and your dripping cunt is aching for it. You’d never felt this kind of sexual hunger, this kind of need, as a man before. Becky looks absolutely delicious and you struggle to focus on anything else.

“W-what’s my last riddle?”

Becky’s grip on her monster cock tightens just a bit as she begins to masturbate to your desperation. Even you can smell it in the air and Agatha is still making odd yelps from her almost comatose state.

“Depends. You can go for a bonus and save Agatha or go for broke and save you both. Or lose you both. And I don’t imagine she will be very happy with you. Once I show her a few tricks you’ll beg for mercy. What do you say?”