You restart time.
Michelle chokes and sputters loudly on her own braid. You've fed the black hair so far down her throat that she has difficulty pulling it out. She's making so much noise that a crowd gathers by the time she clears the hair.
The first few to arrive are men. A spank across the "Spank me!" on her ass startles her mid-choke, as does the cry of "Baby, have I got cum for you." But a more balanced demographic arrives. Raised eyebrows examine the wedgied panties and the peekaboo ass.
Michelle fiddles with her broken, sabotaged zipper. This gives time for the boss to make his way to the commotion and the center of the crowd.
"Oh, my. Michelle, why do you have 'I love cum' written on your forehead?" he asks.
Michelle looks up and shrugs. There really isn't an answer to that she can give. She starts running. |