Chloe can't fight her new urges.

"John... that is the most... disgusting... brazenly sexist... How can you come into my house..." she tries to stammer through a denunciation of the filth you've just poured out of your mouth, but she can't stop eyeing your pants and letting her mouth hang open, panting like a bitch in heat. "Get... the fuck..."

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head in defeat.

"Get the fuck over here." You oblige her plea, descending on her and planting your tongue in her mouth, the first tongue of any man that's been there. She tastes of wine, and though her hands aren't quite sure what to do with your body, they learn quickly. She grabs your ass and pulls herself up, against your body, so that now both of you are standing up. You start to feel her breasts beneath her summer tank, and at first she growls.

"Don't you fucking dare." Your fingers tweak her nipples and you put a soft bite mark into her shoulder, and she changes her tune. "Don't you fucking dare stop."

"Make up your mind, Chloe. What do you want?" You tease her with control.

"I want you to fuck off." You squeeze harder, and she snarls before releasing a soft gasp.

"What do you really want, Chloe?"

"I want your cock! Your cock! I want it hard and deep inside of meEEee." You release her nipples, grab her shoulders, and shove her down onto the floor.

"Then go get it." you taunt, stroking your crotch.