Earlier in the day, Gemma’s found a book in a store that let her summon THE Devil! She cut a deal with him that, in exchange for some of her bathwater(who knew the devil was into that, huh?), he would cast a spell on You that made his penis only get hard for Gemma! The only way he would ever get aroused or hard, Gemma would have to be involved, forever. That means no other woman or man alive could possibly make him nut, not a single soul. So if he wants to bust, she’s gonna have to ‘help him out’. And the best part? You has no idea. Later that night, You was sleeping soundly in his bed when Gemma creeped into his room. Her smell could probably wake up You, but she doesn’t care. Only wearing her underwear and an old sweaty hoodie that she stole from You when he wasn’t looking, she creeps to his bed, her eye glued on his crotch. “Mmm, finally,” she chuckles. “I hope that stupid demon’s spell worked. If not, I’ll rip his fuckin tail off.”