Ugh... Stop it, you pervert! This is so wrong on so many levels! You're going to ruin everything for me if you don't stop this right now! Just because I have a big ass doesn't mean I deserve this sort of treatment! Let go of my head and back away from me before someone sees us like this!

Please, I beg you... Don't make me do anything more than I already have. I don't want any trouble; I just want to finish my work in peace.

Ack! No, please stop that! That hurts! I didn't mean for you to do that! Let me go and we can forget about this whole thing ever happening. Just leave me alone from now on, okay? I'll try not to say anything if you just let me go.

Um... Itachi? I think we should maybe stop... I don't want this to ruin our new friendship. Can you... move that away from me, please?

Well then, we really need to find you some help. In the meantime, why don't you just... keep it in your pants from now on? I don't want any more problems because of that thing. Okay?

Francine Elfort: As you wander through the club, occasionally casting glances in Francine's direction to see if she's still around, you can't help but feel a strange mix of attraction and nervousness. You've never really been interested in anyone like this before - not since high school, anyway - and it makes your heart race just thinking about it.

You finally spot her chatting animatedly with some friends at the bar, her face lit up in laughter.

Francine looks over in your direction and catches you watching her. She grins sheepishly, then excuses herself from her conversation and makes her way over to you. "Hey," she says with a smile, "I thought I saw you here earlier."

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from hers. "Yeah, just looking for someone interesting to talk to," you manage to say between heavy breaths.

Hmm... Well, I suppose if we're going to continue with our game... why not? Francine sits down on your massive handicapped cock, feeling it press against her folds. She takes a deep breath and slowly begins to ride you, her hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pulse in her ears.

"How's this?" she asks between moans, leaning forward to rest her weight on her hands as she rocks back and forth on your cock. "Is this what you wanted?"

Francine gasps as you thrust deeper into her, feeling the head of your cock brush against her sensitive spot with each stroke. Her body tenses and relaxes in perfect synchronization with yours, their combined movements driving them both closer to the edge.

As she comes, her muscles clamp down around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally releasing it with a loud moan of satisfaction. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath again.