Start pumping yourself!

Millie, utilizing her position with his waist wholly trapped within her leg lock forcibly pulled him forward and backwards - her sexy athletic legs using him like a puppet without needing his own efforts or consent.

'Ahh..haaaa...mmm... yeah sorry asshole, but you aren't denying me shit! This dick belongs to me until I've had my fill!' she stated between pants.

'Hmmph, cocky bitch...aaah.. you might be taking my dick on your own...ah..hah - but I’ll still want my catchphrase coming out of your mouth!' he replied.

'As if you have any say over me punk-uuuh!'

'Is that right? I may not have a camera on me...but I bet they all do beneath us hehe! If you don't let me hear those sweet words, I'll yell out for everyone to see the Millie they respect so much.... acting like my personal whore!'

Fuck he had a point... Millie's mind was still hard-wired to get the best pounding she could as much as she could... but if possible she'd like to keep it discreet from everyone else she was currently exposed to. Barry had now started meeting her thrusts and holding her waist, reclaiming control of her position. Though he was trying to convince her to say his line, he secretly wanted her to hold out a little longer so that her moans and their fucking would get loud enough that she'd deliver his catchphrase right when everyone noticed her above them. Who knows... maybe on their cameras too. After all, he doubted she would give him what he wants if everyone catches her on tape before she says it...