Fight

You start to grope at Adele, who is still fully clothed, in an effort to get her undressed. She responds by rubbing her kneecap hard against your testicles with a predictable effect.

"Ah ah ah," she says as your erect cock bobs lewdly in the wind. "You're not in charge here, boy. I am." As she backs off to undress herself, you lunge at her, trying to rip off her clothes yourself and gain the upper hand. She backs up quickly.

"Whoa... naked boy still has some fight in him, does he?" She giggled, circling around you and taunting you, moving in close to lightly slap your face before backing off again, baiting you and delighting in your frustration. "Just give it up, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." She leans in to slap you again, this time grabbing your testicles with your other hand and securing them in an iron grip. You panic and begin trying to pry her fingers off. Adele merely responds by giggling and tightening her grip, inflicting pain on your jewels.

"Stop!" you say "Oh god, please stop!" You are having a tough time enduring the pain now.

"Submit," she says. "Get on your back and stop resisting me...NOW." She tugs down for emphasis, forcing your body to the ground. You nod, having **** but to comply.

She squats down over you, pulling your head up by a handful of hair, then planting a deep, humiliating kiss on your mouth, her tongue slipping inside and wantonly swirling. She slowly undresses, laying her clothes over a fence as she straddles you, grabbing each of your wrists, pinning them down as she mounts and forces you inside of her, tightening quickly.

Adele begins to move, slowly at first, then humps you hard. You are bearing her full weight, feeling her hips pounding into your thighs as she takes you. You look away in humiliation before she slaps you hard.

"Look at me when I'm fucking you, boy."

After several minutes, she curses and begins to cum, pulling you up by your hair, kissing you deeply once again, sucking the breath out of your lungs. This triggers a hard, wanton climax within you, as your screams are muffled by her tongue pressing down inside your throat.

She breaks off the kiss and sighs... "that's my good boy," she coos. She pulls out a sharpie pen, drawing an "A" on her neck and taking one of your buttons as a trophy before walking away. You now have just four buttons on your pants.

She came like a stud.

You came like a bitch.