"I ... uh ... um ..." Bryce stammered.
"Did you enjoy watching me suck on my rubber friend, here? Did you jerk off when I f****d it up my wet cunt-hole?"
"I ... ah ..."
"Would you like to taste my p***y, Bryce?"
"What? I, um ... no. I ... well, I ..." he mumbled, unable to even string a coherent sentence together.
"No?" she said mockingly. "You set up a spy-cam to watch me f**k, and you don't even want to taste my p***y-juice? Am I not sexy enough for you?"
"What? No! I mean yes! Of course you are! I just... I ..."
She moved closer, and said calmly, "It's a simple question, Bryce. Do you want to taste my p***y-juice? Yes or no?"
Still in disbelief that this was really happening, he finally managed to answer, "Yes! Yes, I'd like to taste your p***y-juice!" He then added, "Please?"
