As you come to, Kylie is dressing herself again, and you feel the familiar frustration of non-relief.
"Oooh, too bad baby, looks like you'll be my little >>COCKSUCKER<< today!"
You fall to your knees with no control whatsoever, and your mouth falls agape again. Your hand restrain each other behind your back, and you struggle to form conscious thoughts that don't involve Rick shoving his cock into the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow rope after rope of his hot, salty load.