He turns the tables

"Listen you crazy slut, I just told you I have a girlfriend. I'm not gonna fuck you."

Marco held Cassie by the wrists while she kneeled before him. His hard cock tented his pants but he'd stopped her from unzipping his pants and unleashing it. She quivered with tension and arousal and frustration.

"You don't want these lips," she paused and licked her lush, full lips in emphasis, "wrapped around your cock? Nobody ever needs to know if I just suck your big, fat dick until you come down my throat. It'll be a little secret, you using my slutty mouth as a toy. You'll enjoy it, I guarantee."

Marco looked like he knew she was telling the truth, like he was struggling to resist the urge to slide his rock hard rod in between her beestung lips. He held her firm, but didn't push her further away. Cassie waited.

"No, slut. You're not in charge here."

With a sudden explosive motion Marco stood up and half-dragged Cassie by her wrists to the wall. She regained her balance back to the wall, on her knees in front of him. He held both wrists in one hand now, above her head. The grip of his large hand was strong, unbreakable.

Naked except for her thigh-highs she squirmed and struggled in that position. Not trying to escape exactly...

Fuck this is even hotter than I thought it'd be.

With his free hand Marco started taking a video.

"Beg me for it slut."

Cassie didn't skip a beat.

"Let me suck your big, fat, hard rod. Let me deepthroat you until you cum down my throat, or all over my face and tits if you want. I'm yours, my whole body is yours. Fuck, my tight little wet pussy is yours." She added a **** needy note to the last sentence.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, you crazy bitch. But my friends might be interested," Marco said and hit send.