All that cum has to go somewhere

Even as the machine recalls its arms back into the main body, another large and hollow tube begins to detract, sliding outwards with a grating sound to position itself directly above your head. Similar to before, a loud squishing and squelching noise begins, but this time you're barely conscious enough to recognize it. However, what does snap you out of the post-orgasm exhaustion, is when a large amount of thick, warm, and sticky white liquid is unceremoniously dumped on your head.

It doesn't take a genius to realize that the machine is literally bathing you in your own semen, and you're painfully aware of how much cum you must've pumped into the machine earlier. Flowing freely, you're **** to hold your mouth and eyes shut as tightly as possible, as the liquid simply keeps coming from the machine, coating almost every inch of your scarlet skin.

This goes on for almost a full minute before the machine has finally exhausted its reserves of your semen, meaning it must have been pumping out the fluid much quicker than it sucked it out of you. The tube retracts back into the wall above your head, and just as it ceases movement with a series of whirring noises, you feel the pressure on your arms and legs release as the straps unclasp, sliding back into the machine.

Literally covered in semen and absolutely exhausted, you slump forwards out of the chair to fall at the ground, leaving lines of opaque white fluid on the otherwise slightly dirty floor. Barely able to raise your head, you collapse back to lean up against the lower parts of the machine, and pass into a blissful sleep. The last thoughts that go through your mind are how grateful you are that the demon is gone, but not sure if it was worth the price.