Nora keeps fucking Damien

Nora smirked as she moved again, the room once again filled with the sound of her hips meeting his. Her movements were frantic, desperate to make him cum. She leaned forward, her hands gripping Damien's shoulders and digging into his skin. However, she could still feel his dick hard inside her and it served to fuel her anger and her desire.

She leaned forward, her eyes flashed with anger. "You...are...a....sexist...misogynistic...pig!" she growled through ragged gasps as she bounced on his dick. She punctuated each insult with a forceful bounce as her hips moved with wild abandon. "Don't...stop...fucking...me!"

Her pussy clamped on his dick as she felt another orgasm building. She gritted her teeth as she continued slamming down on him. Her breasts bounced and she heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes never leaving his. She wanted to hate him, call him out for what he was but she couldn't. She was responding to him. She was craving him.

"Don't...stop...fuuuucccckkkkkiiiiinnnnggggg...mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Nora tensed and she gasped as yet another orgasm crashed over her. She cried out and stared up to the heavens as her pussy lips pulsed around him. He kept his grip on her hips and watched her ride out her orgasm, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face.

Still trembling from her orgasm, she looked down at Damien. She felt his dick still hard and throbbing inside her. "What the hell? I've always made men cum" she panted, "You're not human."

Damien's smirk deepened, "Those were boys Nora, not men," he said, his voice low and seductive, "Boys who couldn't handle a woman like you, a woman with fire and passion that embraces her power and desires regardless of what anyone else might thing."

She felt a warmth spread through her. It was a longing that she had never allowed herself to feel, a longing that she had buried, afraid of letting anyone see her vulnerability. "But I'm a feminist. I shouldn't want this."

Damien chuckled and stroked her face. She looked like she had been struck. She had never had anyone display that kind of affection for her. "Isn't feminism supposed to be about women being who they are without fear of recrimination?" he asked, "If you want to enjoy sex, you should be able to without feeling like you're letting women down."

As his words rang in her mind, Nora's resolve crumbled. She had spent her life fighting, fighting for equality, for justice, for control. But she had never felt like this. She had never felt so seen and so understood. She looked into his dark eyes and saw the truth reflected in them. She saw her own desires and her own needs. And for the first time, she didn't shy away from them. Why shouldn't she embrace her sexuality without feeling like she's a traitor to women?

Nora's body moved against Damien's. She felt his heat and his hardness and she couldn't ignore it. She didn't want to ignore it. Her voice was hoarse with desire as she spoke

"Fuck me Damien."