Yes, plus a little more

You suppose there's no need to be judgemental. After all, this woman is kind enough to let you receive the dose from her asshole that is rightfully yours. Whether she enjoys it or not really isn't your concern. Best to just ignore it.

And yet you can't help but feel a little flushed every time she moans or gasps. The wetness on your chin grows more pronounced as she gets juicier, and you're surprised to realize that the wetness between your own legs is more than just residual evidence of the gangbang. This stranger's arousal is fueling your own, and it's getting harder to ignore it. She's panting now, and you can feel her twitching and writhing in unabashed pleasure while you continue eating out her ass.

Most of the dose is already gone, gobbled up into your hungry mouth. And yet you're still rimming her asshole. Your eyes are closed as you eat contentedly. It's actually rather meditative. Your mind drifts down towards the heat on your pussy that's reciprocating the heat on hers. As your mind drifts, so do your lips.

"Don't stop!" you hear her cry out in lust. "I'm close!"

It's only then that you realize you're no longer eating out her ass. Now you're eating out her dripping slit, lapping and slurping and kissing with the sole purpose not to retrieve a dose, but to make this woman cum beneath your lips. It's an intoxicating feeling, to have sex for the sake of sex. You can't stop. You don't want to stop. You double down, and press your tongue into this stranger's labia to really munch her rug. You've never eaten a pussy that wasn't overflowing with medicine before. It's not an unpleasant experience, though. She squirms before you, gasping and whimpering, and the closer you bring her to orgasm the more turned on you become as well.

When she finally climaxes, it comes as a surprise to you. A fresh deluge of pussy juice leaks against your mouth. She cries out once before **** on her own shout, head turned towards the heavens and ass cheeks clenching around your face. The sensation of her quivering thighs is unfamiliar, but exciting. The whole thing is like that. Girls don't cum - at least, not nearly as often as guys do. It's just not something that happens in this world. Not unless you're a pissmop or something. But this woman doesn't seem like an addict.

Her breaths catch up to her outburst, and she pants and groans through the tail end of the orgasm. Finally, she slumps down onto the hood of the car, glistening with sweat and sucking in air. You blink a few times, staring at the wet mess you've created on her thighs - the mess that must be all over your face, too. It's difficult to process what just happened. You're not a lesbian... are you? You're not a slut... are you? Even if you were, this woman was just as complicit, if not more so. She could have stopped you. What does that make her? A lesbian, a slut? Pleasure for pleasure's sake, and not for survival - what a strange thought.

You're broken from your reverie as the brunette spins around to a seated position. You idly note that she's going to leave a wet mark on the metal.

"Thanks, love," she says, smiling brightly at you. "Want me to return the favor?"

With a dropped jaw and blushing cheeks, you stammer out the beginnings of a few generic protests. She just laughs, and slides off the car. You accept her help standing up, but your eyes widen as she drops to her knees before you.

"Relax," she coos, her eyes half-lidded and dropping down your body to your sopping cunt. "It's the least I could do."