The bimbo milf's cheeks flush a deep red as she thinks about this new arrangement. Her body still feels incredibly full and satiated, but the thought of being used by you whenever you want sends a shiver down her spine. "O-Okay..." she whispers, not quite able to meet your eyes. "I-I'll be here... when you need me."
"Good slut." I say, slapping her ass, before pressing the button on the gloryhole control panel that sends her back.
With a flash and a whoosh of air, the gloryhole closes, returning the room to its normal state. The bimbo milf is gone, but her scent lingers in the air, an intoxicating mix of lust and submission that leaves you even harder than before. You can't help but wonder what kind of trouble she'll get into next... and more importantly, if she'll be able to handle it.