[Just as quickly as it came, that compliancy leaves (in no small part thanks to his words). Rosalind glares up at him again, though the look is somewhat ruined by the involuntary noises that sound as he snaps his hips forward. But oh, no, no, and she jerks back, gasping as his cock slips clumsily out of her mouth once more. She's filthy right now, come and spit on her lips, smeared over her cheeks; she doesn't bother wiping her mouth, not when she's about to dive right back in.

Once she's had her say, at least.]

You were the one who wanted to play around with ruining my makeup and leaving me a mess. I had a perfectly viable plan in place for getting you off twice in a row.

[So there, and god, but she's insufferable sometimes. At least she knows it, though. And with that said, she dives right back in, taking his cock in her mouth with a groan. Her hands grip his hips tightly, nails digging into his skin, shoving him back against the desk as she presses up tight against him. Her head bobs once, twice, before his prick slides down her throat again, tight and hot and inviting, her nose brushing against his skin as she lets it linger there.]