Teresa's eyes widen at your words, a mixture of anger and desire flickering across her features. She hisses as you pull her hair, jerking her head back roughly. "You dare," she growls through gritted teeth. But the thrill of danger only seems to heighten her arousal.
With practiced ease, she lowers herself to her knees, revealing a pair of lacy black panties hiding beneath her skirt.
Guys like me were made to tame crazy sluts like you. So yeah, I dare to do whatever I please... And you'll thank me for the honor of me pissing all over your body. I growl as she fights to open my belt, to get my cock out. She's clearly no used to having someone use and talk to her like this, and I can tell her crazy ass is loving it. And don't waste a drop of everything that comes out of my cock... You' live to worship me now, or I'll leave and you'll never get any of this fat cock. I growl, smiling darkly, lustfully as she looks up waiting for me to piss on her.
As if struck by a lightning bolt, the words seem to snap something free within Teresa. Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she finally manages to undo your belt and lower your pants, revealing your thick, engorged cock springing free. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around it, stroking slowly up and down the length.
Her voice takes on a husky quality as she speaks again. "Then make me worship you... Make me beg for every last drop."