Talon's HP: 11
To Hit: 20 (crit)
Damage: 2x2=4-1=3

“Dammit! Again?” Talon grunted as he felt the girl's hand around his dick. Although he had emptied his load into her only moments ago, he could feel his member swelling yet again. He cursed his body's involuntary response and attempted to push her off, only to get his face impaled by her earphone jacks.

He gasped, worried that he could lose his other eye. Luckily, it seemed she had missed anything vital. He threw a quick right hook across her jaw, splitting her lip open. Still, she maintained her grip around his member. She had incredible resilience. He began to panic, afraid she intended to tear his dick off. He grabbed her wrist and attempted to pry her grip off. “Get off of me, you crazy bitch!”