The Little Caesars mascot's cheeks flame even brighter as you urge her to lick your cock clean. Part of her wants to do it... but another part is still unsure if this is the right thing to do. She looks down at the pizza, then back up at you, her breath coming faster now.

"I-I don't know..." she stammers, hesitating even as her fingertips brush against your skin through the slice of pizza. "It just seems so... wrong."

Her heart races as she takes another step closer to you, her fingers gently encircling your cock through the pizza slice. "I... I just need a little more time," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Can we... talk about this some more?"

She tilts her head up, searching your eyes for any sign of what you're thinking or feeling.