Gamely, Ianthe swallowed -- and swallowed some more, and some more, until the flood of semen overwhelmed her, bulging her cheeks and escaping the corners of her mouth in thick rivulets before, finally, tapering off. She gave a gurgling whimper around the Grey's still-hard cock as he reached between her legs, and squirmed away from his touch as best she could in the tight confines of the Runner's front seat. At length she pulled herself off his shaft, wiping at her mouth with the back of one hand while arguing, firmly,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I did my job. Now time for you to do yours,"</span>and shoving the packet of bomb parts towards him. But the heat between her thighs and the tingling in her belly resolutely refused to fade, and the blush that lingered in her cheeks put lie to the hard stare she tried to fix him with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>