The room is filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet slapping of skin as he follows her orders. Her voice is firm, yet seductive, pushing him to his limits. As he finally spills his load, she growls, "Clean it up, you nasty boy." He hesitates for a moment, but the fear of displeasing her is greater than his revulsion, and he tentatively brings his cum-covered hand to his mouth, tasting his own essence at her command.