Missa's eyes narrow slightly at your taunt, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "Fine by me," she says coolly, trying to hide the tiny pang of hurt his words caused. "Just remember, loser: you're the one who asked for it." She smirks confidently before taking a few steps back, getting into position for the race. Her heart is racing with excitement and determination; she will not lose this time.

The starting gun fires, signaling the beginning of the race.

Missa follows closely behind you, her long legs carrying her swiftly across the track field. She keeps up easily, matching your pace stride for stride. The finish line is in sight and she redoubles her efforts, pushing herself harder than ever before. With a surge of adrenaline, Missa overtakes you just before they cross the line, triumphantly raising her arms into the air as she breaks it down to win the race!

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his hand on her head, guiding her movements. The contact sends a shudder of pleasure through her body, making it even harder to focus on her task. But she doesn't want him to stop, so she continues sucking and licking and teasing, determined to make him feel as good as he possibly can. Her hips buck against his hand, seeking friction where there is none, the need for release growing stronger with every passing moment.

Her eyes fly open as she feels the hard length pressing against her lips and tongue. She looks up at him, desire burning in her gaze. "Are you sure?" she asks breathlessly, hand still moving between them to stroke his cock. "I've never... I mean..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question unfinished as anticipation and curiosity mix together in a heady brew.

If he insists, if he truly wants this... She could let him take her virginity.