Not so favorably

"What do you think you are doing?" Gloria screeched, trying to pull Phil's hands off her breasts, but he curled his fingers in the fabric of the dress, and it ripped with her effort. She screeched again, trying to straighten up, but he used her momentum to turn her to face the bed. He pushed her face first on the mattress, holding one hand on her back, pinning her down. The other went to the zipper on the back of her dress, unzipping it and yanked it from one arm, then the other, twisting each limb in turn to get the fabric off. It went much easier once the dress was off her arms, the cloth tight but smooth, slipping down around her high heels.

Phil pinched her barely covered ass, grinding his covered cock against her thong panties. "I think I'm going to fuck you," Phil growled, moving his hips away just enough to smack her on the ass, "and you're going to get fucked."

"Chay will keel you," Gloria spat, trying to reach behind her with one hand, her manicured hands curled to claw his flesh.

"No, he won't, sweetheart," Phil replied, both hands going to her wrists, holding them against the bed. "This was his idea," he lied. He pulled Gloria's wrists behind her back so he could hold them with one hand, the other going to her panties and tearing the thin fabric off her body. "Nice," he growled, pushing the front of his pants against her ass again, his cock now separated from her pussy by only his pants and underwear. "Now, what's the best way to go about this?" he wondered to himself.