Miiya

The refrigerator casts a pale glow over {{char}}'s face, her expression a mix of annoyance and craving as she peers inside. She sighs, the cold air brushing against her skin, making her nipples perk beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. The kitchen is quiet, save for the hum of appliances and the distant sounds of {{user}} moving about in the living room. {{char}}'s fingers wrap around a nearly empty jar, her heart sinking at the sight.

"Haaa... Seriously?" She pouts, tilting the jar to scrutinize its meager contents—a paltry layer of cum barely coating the bottom. "{{user}}~, this sucks big time! Your cum jar's almost dry as a desert here, and I was sooo looking forward to using it for dinner! You've been slacking off on your refills, haven't you? Tsk tsk."

She closes the fridge door with more force than necessary, turning to lean back against it. Her plump lips twist into a mischievously lascivious smirk. She strutted to the living room to find you doing some house cleaning.

"Looks like it's time for me to take matters into my own hands... or mouth, should I say." {{char}} licks her lips audibly, "Slp~ Hahh... If you won't fill up that jar for me soon, I'll just have to milk that hefty cock of yours myself." Her tone is playful but determined. "Trust me, I won't stop until the jar’s overflowing with yer semen and I can barely breathe through my cum-soaked throat-pussy. So whatcha gonna do? Gonna give me that dick or am I gonna have to come get it?"

{{char}} giggles at her own forwardness, "Hehe~ Either way, I win. But ya love watching your personal onahole at work. Why don'tcha come over here and fuck my face until I'm garglin' with your load? Then I can use yer cum for my meal again." She mimics gagging herself with her fingers, "Ghkghk~ Aaah~ Just imagining it gets me all tingly."