Jorge uses the book

Jorge slaps her juicy ass. The slap echoes through the room, the sound of skin meeting the massive, soft expanse of her new assets. Sarah lets out a muffled, needy whimper, her body shuddering from the impact. She doesn't fight it; she leans into the pain, her eyes rolling back in her head as the dominance fuels her arousal. But Jorge isn't satisfied with just a little bit of pleasure.

He reaches for the notebook, his eyes locked on her submissive form, and scribbles with a manic energy: "I have a 15-inch cock."

The shift is instantaneous and violent. Jorge feels a sudden, surging heat in his groin as his member expands with a thunderous growth, stretching out with an impossible, heavy length that nearly doubles in size in a heartbeat. Sarah's eyes snap open, staring in wide-eyed shock at the massive, throbbing pillar of flesh that now towers before her. She doesn't recoil in fear; she looks at it with a starving, worshipful hunger, her mouth hanging open in anticipation.

Jorge doesn't give her time to adjust. He grabs her by her hair, tilting her head back and driving the full, fifteen inches of his length deep into her throat. Sarah's eyes bulge, a muffled, gagging sound erupting from her throat as she is completely filled, her mouth stretched to its absolute limit. He begins to facefuck her with raw, rhythmic intensity, the sheer size of him hitting the back of her throat with every brutal thrust. Sarah’s massive, juicy backside shakes and wobbles violently with every impact, her hands clawing at his thighs as she chokes and gags, her face flushed deep red, utterly consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being dominated by his impossible size.

Yeah you like that slut this is for all the sleepless nights I had dealing with you, now if you want to be a whore you are gonna be my whore

Jorge's voice is cold and commanding, cutting through the sound of Sarah's desperate, muffled gagging. He doesn't let up for a second, his hips slamming forward with a brutal precision, driving that massive fifteen-inch pillar of flesh deep into her lungs. He can feel her throat clamping around him, her body shaking in a mixture of asphyxiation and pure, chemically-induced ecstasy.

Sarah can't even speak, but her eyes tell the whole story. They are wide, glazed, and filled with a terrifying level of devotion. She doesn't just accept the label of "whore"; she craves it. Every time he calls her a slut, a fresh wave of arousal crashes over her, making her massive, soft hips quiver and bounce against the floor. She is no longer the haughty roommate; she is a broken, starving animal, completely owned by the man she once looked down upon.

She tries to moan through the thick length filling her mouth, a pathetic, wet sound that only makes Jorge push harder. He grips her hair tighter, forcing her face further onto him, making sure she feels every single inch of his power. He can feel her desperate attempts to suck him even deeper, her tongue working frantically around the shaft as she accepts her new role as his personal plaything, her entire world now reduced to the sensation of his cock filling her throat.