You stop her.

You smile at her and pat her cheek. "That was an excellent job, little naughty, but I am not really in the mood at the moment." Your hand gently takes her wrist. She gets the message and withdraws. Her lips are pouting. {if Love Megan = true}She really is a beauty and for a moment, you feel tempted to go on, but the thought of Megan keeps you in check. You have to find her. This party is, indeed, a bit more immoral than you expected.{endif}

"What's your name, naughty girl?", you ask.

"Jennifer", is the answer, as the young woman stands up and pushes several strains of hair back behind her ears. You smile at her. "Well, Jennifer, maybe we see each other later..."

"I preferred it when you called me 'naughty'", she replies. You chuckle. She smiles and then sighs, cocks her head and mumbles. "I would have swallowed all, you know? Or would you have preferred to cum all over my tits? Or my face?"

You try to find an answer to this, but she interrupts you. "No, handsome man, don't say anything. I leave you to your thoughts." She sketches a curtesy, smiles again, blows you a kiss and walks on. You catch yourself staring at her back and you wonder if you should have attempted to hold her back. {if Love Megan >=70}You try to think of Megan, but it's a bit hard right at this moment.{endif}