He gulps, nervously, knowing she's not going to like the answer. "F-four h-hours... until you c-came along." He's having trouble focusing on much of anything as his hands go down to his groin, in a fruitless attempt to hold the ooze at bay. Instead. It merely begins moving his arms, causing him to jerk himself off, instead.<br/><br/>She manages to get her hand between her legs, to cover herself, but the ooze seems to know what it's doing. It tries to use her fingers against her, to tease herself, to use them to spread her own lips, while it manages to find a brief opening in her defenses to slip into her ass, sending a thin, cold trickle inside.