Agressively

All your work has paid off. You're inside Marissa and now you want to break her out of her shell. You want her to scream, to tell you her fantasies, you want to make her your cock-hungry slut that's willing to do anything for more dick. "Oh God, Marissa, you feel incredible! How does my dick feel inside you? Do you like it?"

"Mm-hm" she mumbles.

You thrust into her harder, the head of your cock bottoming out in her. "I want to hear you say it, Marissa!" (thrusting in again) "Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes, I like it!"

"What do you like, Marissa? What's it called?" you ask her, continuing to pound into her tight hole.

"Your penis! I like how your penis feels!"

Angry, you thrust yourself into her, hitting her cervix. A cry of pain escapes her lips. "Does this feel like a penis!?" you ask. "This is a cock, Marissa! I've got my big cock buried deep in your sopping, wet pussy!"

"Why are you doing this?" she asks, looking as though she may start crying.

"This is all for you, Marissa. I want you to finally let loose, give in to your wild side.". You slow your movements as you talk to her, pulling your shaft nearly entirely out before sliding it back inside her. "I know when you masturbate, it's not in PG. Do your fantasies have an X-rating, Marissa?".

"S...s... sometimes" she stutters out. Your slow, steady thrusts appear to be having and effect on her. Her eyelids are half closed, her mouth slightly agape, her breaths becoming more shallow.

"What do you use to masturbate, Marissa? Do you use your hand?"

"Y...yes"

"Do you use toys?"

"Mm-hm" she responds as she begins biting down on her bottom lip.

Yes-no questions seem to be getting her to open up "What kind of toy, Marissa? A vibrator?"

"Y..yeah..."

"How about a dildo? Do you use a rubber dildo in your pussy, Marissa?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

You can feel Marissa's pussy getting wetter as she answers your questions; time for more specifics. "How big is it? Is it a big, black, 12" dildo?"

"No, it's 8-inches and it's purple." She responds, looking slightly embarrassed and surprised that she answered.

"Don't be embarrassed, Marissa. I think that's so sexy. Picturing you fucking yourself with your big dildo is getting me even more turned on.". You begin to quicken your pace, excited by the new revelations Marissa is providing. "Have you ever thought of me when you fucked yourself, Marissa? I've thought of you. Thought about bending you over and taking you from behind. Watching that incredible ass slide back and forth over my dick. Shooting my cum all over your ass. C'mon, you can tell me. I won't be upset if you tell me no."

"No... No! I mean yes! Yes, I think about you sometimes!"

"What do you think about? How do you get fucked in your fantasies?"

"Sometimes I think about the stories that Lauren tells, about getting fucked so hard she screams, and getting her face covered with cum."

"You want me to do that, Marissa? You want me to give you a facial?"

"I...I don't know...."

"You do know, Marissa. I can feel your pussy getting wetter just by you talking about it." You begin giving it to her harder again, making her body shake with each thrust. "You want me to shoot my hot, salty load all over your face, don't you?!"

"Yes! Yes, I do!"

"Tell me!"

"I want to feel your cum cover my face! I don't want to be the good girl! Please, fuck me like Lauren gets fucked!"