Of course

Emma waited patiently, as if she had all the time in the world. After all, the ball was entirely in her court. Or balls, as it were.

It took several seconds before Liza even remembered how to close her gaping mouth, the poor girl seemed to be in shock. Emma might have even felt bad about the ****, if the slutty stoner hadn't always been such a massive pain. Of course, the need to milk her new found tool was a driving factor as well. In fact, Emma was already feeling the need for release building once more.

Finally, in wavering tone, Liza replied to the irrefusable. "Yeah, whatever you say."

Emma scoffed, shaking her head and causing those red locks to sway wildly. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong, you have to say it like you mean it," she corrected, it was obvious just how much she liked seeing the other girl squirm.

The brunette's expression looked truly devastated, but with a deep sigh, she relented. "I accept. I'll do whatever you want me to, just don't send those pics." Her eyes were wide and pleading, she was right where Emma wanted her now.

The redhead flashed a proud smile at her new plaything. "That's more like it!" Emma stepped closer to the bed, her semi-hard tool swaying happily between her thighs. Liza cringed at the approach, but Emma simply waved the stolen phone, a silent but efficient threat. As expected, the busty victim simply shrugged in defeat.

"Don't be all depressed about it, Liz, I always thought you were kinda hot," Emma began, setting off yet another speech, "The only difference is, now, you're going to treat me with the proper respect." As if to emphasize this, Emma seized one of those juicy jugs without a word, smooshing the tender titflesh in her hand.

Liza didn't even bother to resist, her only response being a soft whimper.

"That's it, you do what I want now, and what I want is..."