Not well

She tries to yank her head away from his cock, forgetting that her hair is tangled around his shaft and balls. You smirk at this and tighten the tangles of her hair making it impossible for her to pull away yet.

Logan groans in pain, grabbing the back of her face and forcing her closer to his pelvis. His musky scent filling her nostrils as her lips press against the base of his throbbing member.

“Logan?! What the fuck so you think you’re doing?!” She attempts to cry out, oblivious to the fact that her lips moving against his skin will only turn him on more.

“It felt like you were going to rip my balls off bitch!” He snaps, starting to get fed up with her attitude. It doesn’t help that you are clouding his mind with lust and anger.

She lets out a loud gasp, her lipstick smearing against his skin as she does. “How dare you! You better get me off right now before I bite them off!”