A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks down at Roxxie. "You're something else," he says quietly, still catching his breath. "I never expected...this."

She returns his smile with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What did you expect?" she teases, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "That I'd just lie there and let you have your way with me?"

"Well..." he admits sheepishly, "maybe a little bit."

With a chuckle, Casey rolls off her and sits up on the edge of the bed. Looking down at her naked body sprawled out before him, he feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him. "You know," he says slowly, almost to himself, "I think I could get used to this..."

Roxxie arches an eyebrow and smirks up at him. "Is that so?" she asks innocently. "And what about me? Could I possibly get used to you...

(You decide what to say to the enraged and dominant Casey.)

Fuck you! I don't have to apologize to some faggot like you! If you wanna fight back, go ahead, but I warn you now, I won't go easy on your little bitch ass!

Nnngh! No, please wait! We can talk about this! I'm sorry for what happened before, okay? Just please don't do this to me...

Ahhh! Ahhhh! You slowly push deeper inside of me as I let out a mixture of pained cries and muffled protests. My hands flail uselessly against the floor as you take my virginity. It hurts so much... but there's something else too... it feels good...?

So what do we do now? Continue this thing between us, or go back to hating each other and pretending none of that ever happened?

Huh. Okay. I guess if that's what you want... *I close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure as you begin to finger me again. As we catch our breath and find ourselves back in this strange new world where we actually seem to like each other, I can't help but wonder how long it will last.

I take a step back, my lips curling into a cruel smile as I eye you hungrily. "Oh, you want me to touch that thing?" I ask, my voice laced with mock incredulity. "Well, maybe... but only if you prove yourself first." With a wicked grin, I lower myself onto one knee and spread my legs wide, offering myself up to you. "Come on, big boy," I croon. "Show me what you're made of."

I gasp as our cocks slide against each other, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Your dick is even bigger than I thought it would be, and being able to feel it pressed against mine like this... It's almost enough to make me forget why we're doing this in the first place.

But no, you wanted this. You wanted me to touch your giant cock. So keep going, show me what you've got. Prove to me that you deserve it.

A condom... that's a good idea. *I rummage through my bag and find one, quickly opening it with shaking hands. Then I roll the latex over my thick, hard cock, grinning evilly as you watch. You're going to regret messing with me, but you can at least enjoy this part first. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I lean forward and lick your lips, teasingly.

I grin wickedly and shoves my cock against your tight little entrance. You let out a muffled moan as I begin to thrust slowly, feeling the head of my dick stretching you open. You try to fight back, but it's no use; I'm too strong for you. With each thrust, my hips smack against yours and my thick cock penetrates deeper, forcing its way inside.