Truckasauras to Work

You grab her wrist, examining her hand.

"You know, I'd tend to agree. The jokes were borderinģ on mean. But I get what they mean. These things are huge. Of course, that works for me." You say, standing up to strip fully.

Lana watches, powerless to do anything else, as your hard cock comes in to view.

You take her wrist again, and wrap her hand around it. You're not some insane monster size, but you haven't had any complaints before. You use her wrist to jerk you off, moaning as you do.

"Well, Lana? How does it feel?" You ask her, as she's forced to stare directly at it.

"Warm. Hard." She says simply. Hmm. Using little detail as rebellion for being forced to answer. You move your hand from her.

"Lana. You feel uncomfortably hot. The only way to cool down is by feeling my cum on you. Use your hands to make me cum as fast as you can." You command.

She grits her teeth as her hand starts working your cock. Her other moves to take off her bra. Hmm. You said both hands, and to make you cum. Seems she can think tactically, instead of just a simple answer. Useful to know.

"Talk dirty to me." You grunt.

"Oh. Yeah baby. Give it to me. I am so into this. I love touching your hard cock." She says sarcastically, in a bored tone.

You sigh. Why did she have to make everything a challenge? "Okay then. Lana, from now on you are secretly a slut who loves this. You're a control freak who loves being dominated like this." You tell her. Afterall, she loved fucking Barry when they were tied at the laser.

You grab her hair, and pull her up, looking in her eyes. "You struggle. But you want this. Now. Talk. Dirty. And I better believe you fucking love it." You growl, throwing her back.

She glares at you for a second, before her expression breaks. She starts moving faster, and you note her panties are getting wetter.

"Mmm, oh yeah. Fuck your big. You got a nice load for me? Want to spray my face?"