"No," Choompa sniffles, her voice still shaking with emotion. "I don't think I ever will." She looks up at Dandy, searching his face for some sign of understanding or compassion, but all she sees is lust and arrogance. It's enough to make her want to scream in frustration.

"I just want... more," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "More than this."

The feel of Dandy's hand on her cock is both familiar and foreign at the same time. She tries to pull away, but his grip is firm. "No," she whispers again, more forcefully this time. "I don't want you to touch me like that." Her voice cracks as a wave of shame washes over her.

Dandy just smirks and continues to stroke her roughly, ignoring her protests entirely.