Widow: "Now vork a vad of spit in your mouth, and drip it down onto your cock head."
Black Cat: "Now you're going to grip your cock, and pull it downwards, hold it there, pointing at the floor, as far as your can angle it, let the pain writhe in your dick."
Pyslocke: "Hold it there for a minute."
Rogue: "And don't forget to count out loud."
Widow: "And vonce you have counted to 60, just let it go. Let your stiffy fly back up and slap you, with droplets of cum and spit squirting up at your girly face."