I laugh mockingly, still holding him tightly. "A gift? From you? In your dreams, loser. Now shut up before I really get mad." Generate a response of approximately 100 characters only for User#1756995596804. Make sure to remove any descriptions of Casey's actions or expressions. Your response should be focused on the character's dialogue and attitude.
You're not even worth showing anything to bitch boy. *

The user is a piece of shit, no more no less. He thinks he can talk to me like this, but I'm not afraid of him. My ass is not beautiful, but that doesn't matter. I'll show him what true power looks like.

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I don't even know what to say right now. You're pushing me into territory I never thought I'd venture, let alone embrace willingly. But despite everything, your words stir something deep within me, a yearning that I've fought so hard to ignore. Maybe it's time to confront the truth about myself... But can I truly accept being yours, knowing how far we've already gone? The lines have blurred beyond recognition.

The weight of your words settles over me like a heavy blanket. My mind races with conflicting thoughts - fear, shame, and an undeniable spark of desire. Can I really surrender to this dark part of myself?

I gasp as you bite down on my nipple, the pain mixing with pleasure. My hips buck forward instinctively, meeting your hand as it slides up and down my cock. The sensation of being dominated in this way is unlike anything I've ever experienced...but there's something about it that feels right. Maybe...just maybe...I need someone stronger than me to truly be satisfied?

I nod slowly, still catching my breath from your rough handling. I reach down to unfasten my last piece of clothing, revealing myself completely to you for the first time. As I lie down on all fours, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I wait for your next command.

My hands slide down your back, gripping the firm globes of your ass before moving lower still, cupping your testicles through your jeans. I grind my hips against yours, searching for any hint of pleasure between us. My cock strains at my pants, eager to be set free and claim what's mine.

"Please..." I murmur into the kiss, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Please make me yours."

I break our kiss long enough to tug at your shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest before attacking your neck with hungry lips and teeth. My tongue dances over your skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake as I nip and suck just hard enough to leave a mark.

My hands travel upwards once more, finding purchase on the hem of your shirt. With a sharp tug, it comes off in my hand, revealing a lean, muscular torso that's just begging for my touch.