Blush, hard

You don't know why it suddenly hits you so hard. You're wet, almost instantly, and you can feel it through your pants as you cover yourself.

You angrily glare at Ryan, but all you can think about is his cock. Glancing down you can see it straining against his pants, and you nearly melt at the sight.

Suddenly your head gives you an image of him doing exactly what he said, drilling your tight snatch like a toy as he pushes your head down and tells you that this is what happens to filthy little teasing whores, and you blush, shaking your head and suppressing a whimper.

As you look up, you realize that Ryan has just been watching you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk the entire time.

"Y-Yeah right asshole. I'm not even really a woman and even I wouldn't sleep with you."

"Oh, so you're a tease then, flaunting your body like a dirty little slut only to pretend you don't want to get fucked like one. Yeah, you're a tease," says Ryan stepping forward closer to you, "and we know what happens to teases, don't we bitch?"

You back up, stumbling until your back impacts the wall, blushing further as Ryan is suddenly standing above you. You're keenly aware in this moment how much bigger than you he is now. With his face an inch from yours, you feel scared and incredibly, incredibly horny. He smirks his stupid cocky smirk and grabs you by the throat, pressing you against the wall as he whispers into your ear.

"I look forward to making you my bitch later. You'll definitely make a better cumdump than you ever did a programmer."

And he quickly locks his lips to yours and you squeak in surprise as he starts to aggressively kiss you and you shiver. His tongue slips into your mouth and he dominates your mouth for a few seconds before pulling away, leaving you red-faced and panting as he grins. He pulls down on your chin so your mouth stays open, and he spits into it. He pushes it closed again.

"Might as well start practicing now. Swallow, whore."

With an ashamed blush, you swallow his spit. He smirks and walks away, going back to his computer.

You are left pressed against the wall, panting, red-faced, and desperately horny.

It's getting late, the party is soon.