Panting heavily, she finally pulls away from you, revealing a satisfied smile. "That was incredible," she whispers, running a finger along your chin before tracing it down your neck. "But remember, fart cushion, I'm always in charge here." And with that, she saunters off, leaving you lying there with a stupid grin on your face, wondering what she'll do next.

She giggles to herself, looking back at you over her shoulder. "Good boy," she praises before vanishing around the corner.