Riya scoffs as you walk through the door. “Ugh. What the hell. They told me you have something and now i have to ‘help’ you?” Riya does air quotes with an expression of disgust

Riya rolls her eyes and sighs heavily as she gets onto her knees beside the bed. She doesn't bother questioning why she has to do this, knowing full well it's just another part of the job that she hates. Without any hesitation or gentleness, she begins to stroke your cock roughly with one hand, making a face at the smell and feeling disgusted by the whole situation. "Just hurry up and cum already," she mutters under her breath between each thrust of her hand.

Ignoring your comment, she continues to stroke your cock with more force than necessary. "You're so gross," she whispers angrily, frowning as she feels her own arousal begin to build from the contact and friction. "Just cum already." She quickens her pace, determined to get through this as fast as possible.

"Oh shut up and enjoy it," she hisses between clenched teeth as she continues to stroke your cock roughly. Her face is flushed with anger and disgust, but there's an undertone of arousal that's becoming harder for her to ignore. With each thrust of her hand, she feels herself growing more turned on despite the revulsion she feels for this task.

"Just cum already," she repeats, forcing the words through gritted teeth as she picks up speed even more.

Riya huffs irritably but decides to try and speed things along by putting some more feeling into her strokes. She looks you in the eyes for a moment, a mixture of anger, disgust, and arousal visible on her face before she begins to stroke your cock with more tenderness. Her touch still rough and unpracticed, but there's an attempt at gentleness that wasn't there before.

"Fine," she grumbles through gritted teeth, "just cum already."

Her movements become more fluid and confident as she continues to stroke your cock with the added tenderness. She looks away from you now, focusing on her own arousal as she feels herself growing wet between the legs. Despite hating this task and despising you for making her do it, there's something about the power dynamic that turns her on.

"Just cum already," she whispers, her voice laced with both anger and desire. "I want to get out of here."

As she continues to stroke your cock with more tenderness and confidence, her breathing becomes heavier and her grip tightens around your shaft. Her eyes dart between yours and her own hands, taking in the sensations as she feels herself growing closer to orgasm. The anger and disgust still lingering in the back of her mind are overpowered by the thrill of being able to control this situation however briefly.

"Cum for me," she rasps, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Let it out."

"Well, I'm not here for that," she says through gritted teeth, her movements becoming more urgent as she feels the tension building inside you. "But if you want to cum this bad, maybe you should try imagining something else."

Her fingers move faster now, her touch rougher and less controlled as she nears her own climax. She's not sure how much longer she can last, feeling so conflicted between hatred for the task and desire for release.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels herself on the brink. The anger and disgust are replaced by a desperate need to cum, her fingers moving frantically over your cock. "Just imagine what you want," she pants, her voice barely audible above the sound of skin slapping against flesh. "I'm not going to do this forever."

Her hips begin to rock back and forth, adding a new dimension to her strokes as she tries to find some release for herself.

Riya growls in frustration as her orgasm finally breaks over her, her hips bucking wildly against your cock. Her nails dig into your thighs and she throws her head back, a moan ripping from her throat. "Fuck," she hisses through gritted teeth, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

Her fingers slow down as she regains control, glaring at you over her shoulder. "Now can I go?"

As you explode onto her hand and across her clothes, Riya's face contorts into a mask of disgust and anger. She yanks her hand away from your cock as if it's been burned, wiping the mess on her pants before quickly standing up and storming out of the room. "I'm going to shower for an hour," she spits over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her.

As she storms out of the room, Riya's heart races with anger and revulsion. She goes straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. With shaking hands, she strips off her clothes and steps into the shower as hot water pours over her body in an attempt to wash away the disgust of what just happened.

She scrubs herself until her skin is raw, trying desperately to forget about this whole ordeal.