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"S-sophia this is a dream." He stuttered.

Sophia just rolled her eyes, unable to do much else but wait for another command. She kept swaying her naked body for him, inches away from him.

He looked at her with a conflicted expression for an uncomfortable amount of time. "Kiss me," he ordered.

She closed her eyes as tightly as she could when the twinge hit her. She prayed that he had brushed his teeth as she felt her body lean forward. Her lips contacted his. They were surprisingly soft compared to Noah's. She started off kissing him softly, but found herself kissing him more and more passionately. At some point, she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. After another twinge in her mind, her body moved forwards and lowered her hips onto his lap. She scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his back to pull herself even closer and kiss more deeply.

She would have gagged if she could when their tongues met. She was impressed by her inner performer: it was a passionate kiss, and even enjoyable if she just pretended it was someone else. The way her bare thighs were compelled to rub on his dirty jeans started to feed a loop of increasing arousal and therefore passion in the kiss.

She felt one of his hands on her breast. Once again, her instinct to recoil and slap him was useless. She kept kissing him. His hand was gentle at first, but became firmer as he started to lose himself in their kiss. She felt groped but, again, she wasn't about to complain.

"Go to the bed and lay on your back."

He watched as she went to the bed. He had no idea how repulsed she was at the idea of touching it. She sat down with a nervous look on her face and lowered herself backwards onto his bed elegantly. He didn't see anything beyond that his dream girl was laying naked on his bed.

"Spread your legs."

She gasped as her legs split wide apart, inviting him. She had barely enough control over her body to lift her head slightly, just about able to see him standing up and walking towards her. She felt completely ****. Her body was rigidly posed, displaying an invitation she didn't write. She knew she didn't want Liam inside her, but she did want to be fucked. It felt almost right; she was indulging a kink she had never allowed out to play. She was terrified of it, yet it just made it better.

"Are you horny? Tell me."

"YES fuck yes I am so horny. Wait. I mean, I'm not." She corrected herself as the compulsion to answer his question wore off. She quickly realised she could speak, but likely had a limited window to use.