You can tell this girl wants your tongue in her snatch pretty badly--you can practically feel how wet she is. She’s probably spent the whole time since she overheard Jezzie just thinking about what you could do for her. And it’s not like you have a whole lot of choice, tied up in the sorority house like this.
But as you think about how you’re basically being forced to bring this chick to orgasm, without any choice, something inside you snaps.
“HELL NO, BITCH! What do I look like, your personal sex toy? I’m not some object for you to use for your pleasure. If you’d untied me, I’d probably do anything you asked as a reward for helping me out here, but only if you let me do it like a man. I may be helpless here, but no bitch takes advantage of ’s pussy skills!”
There’s a pause after you tell this horny girl what kind of man you are, and then you feel her warm, smooth legs sliding over your body as she climbs off the bed. Briefly, you wonder if maybe you made the wrong decision. I mean, sex is sex, right?
“You were right about one thing,” says a cold feminine voice above you, “you are helpless.”
Then, with a shriek (you think there’s something in there about bastards taking advantage of women but refusing to play by the same rules, but you can’t really understand her through her rage), she flings herself back on top of you. But this time, you wind up kneed in the nuts and unable to breathe as she wraps her hands around your neck. She’s still screaming when you black out for the second time today.
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