Tell him you don’t remember much.

You look somewhat reassured to hear you tell you that you don’t remember you failing to pleasure you. Wow. Your head somehow hurts.

You’re also getting wet again at the idea that you-male has that wonderful thing, a cock. It’s not very large, you know yourself, but it’s big enough for you. Well, you-now. You-slut. You-needy-whore.

You realize that since you’re not wearing any panties, because they’re lying on the floor, you-male is going to smell you-slut’s arousal. And since you-male wants nothing more than to finally get laid, you-slut is going to get fucked! Yaye! Wait. No! You try to retreat into the room, but this just makes things worse as you-male notices you-slut’s panties… and you can see your dirty mind instantly work out the logical consequence, as his eye flicks down to your fat crotch area. You-slut can’t help it, you get even wetter and you bite your lip. With an effort at exerting your willpower you walk back two steps, but it turns out to be another mistake.