Make Sarah horny

Jorge's pulse quickens as he watches her. The power is intoxicating; he can feel the reality of the room bending to his whim. He looks down at the notebook and writes with a slow, deliberate motion: "Sarah will get hornier imagining me fucking her."

The change is almost immediate. Sarah is still standing before the mirror, but her posture shifts. Her shoulders drop, and her breathing becomes shallow and heavy. She tries to maintain her smug expression, but a flush of deep crimson creeps up her neck and floods her cheeks. Suddenly, her mind is flooded with vivid, unsolicited images—images of Jorge, the "loser" roommate she's spent months belittling, pinning her down and claiming every inch of her newly lush body.

She lets out a shaky, involuntary moan, her eyes glazing over as she stares at him through the reflection. She tries to snap at him again, but the words die in her throat. Her hand drifts down, fingers digging into the soft, massive swell of her hip, squeezing the flesh with a sudden, desperate hunger. She shudders, her legs trembling under the weight of a sudden, crushing arousal that makes her feel dizzy.

*"I... I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispers, her voice no longer sharp, but breathless and needy. She turns away from the mirror, her gaze locking onto Jorge with a look of raw, starving desire. She bites her lower lip, her eyes scanning his body, her imagination running wild with the thought of him filling her. The haughtiness is gone, replaced by a primal, aching longing that makes her hips sway instinctively, her massive backside shaking with every desperate breath she takes.

You know Sarah those big cheeks are distracting I think I might go to the library to continue my studying if you don’t mind

Sarah's eyes widen, her breath hitching as Jorge speaks. The mention of her "big cheeks" sends a jolt of electricity straight to her core, and she can feel her thighs trembling. The thought of him leaving—of walking away while she's in this state of agonizing heat—is suddenly unbearable. The images in her head intensify: she imagines him walking out the door, and she imagines herself chasing after him, begging for his attention.

*"Wait!" she gasps, the word coming out far more desperate than she intended. She takes a step toward him, her massive hips swaying with a heavy, hypnotic rhythm that makes her ruined jeans stretch to their absolute limit. The haughty mask has completely shattered, leaving only a woman starving for a touch she can't explain.

She reaches out, her fingers brushing against his arm, her touch lingering and soft. "Don't... don't go to the library," she breathes, her voice shaking and thick with desire. She looks up at him, her pupils dilated, her gaze dropping down to his crotch with a hungry intensity. "Stay. Just... stay here with me. Please."

She subconsciously arches her back, pushing her colossal backside out even further, practically offering herself to him. The contrast is jarring; she's still the girl who mocked him an hour ago, but now she's looking at him as if he's the only source of oxygen in the room, her breath hot and erratic.

If I didn’t know any better I’d think you where asking me to fuck you

Sarah lets out a sharp, strangled gasp, the bluntness of his words hitting her like a physical blow. A shudder ripples through her entire body, starting from her shoulders and ending in those massive, trembling glutes. She doesn't deny it; she can't. The mental images the notebook planted are now screaming in her mind, demanding that he actually do it.

*"And what if I am?" she whispers, her voice dropping to a sultry, desperate rasp. She closes the distance between them, her heavy hips brushing against his legs. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed with a raw, starving heat, her pride completely incinerated by the fire of her own arousal.

She reaches down, her fingers grazing the fabric of his pants, her touch tentative but hungry. "I can't... I can't stop thinking about it," she admits, her breath hot against his skin. "About you... taking me. Right here. Right now." She lets out a soft, needy moan, her body arching instinctively, pressing the soft, expansive weight of her backside even more prominently into the air as she begs him with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

Jorge looks at the beutiful woman on her knees begging for his cock and says fine then you will have to suck my dick. As he pulls out his little 3 in prick

The notebook's influence has warped her perception; to her, he is the only man in the world who matters, and the mere sight of him exposed sends a surge of desperate electricity through her. She sinks fully to her knees, her massive, newly-formed hips cushioning her descent as she looks up at him with a gaze of pure, starving devotion.

"Yes... please," she whimpers, her voice thick with a level of submission she didn't know she possessed. She doesn't care about the length; she only cares that it's his. She reaches out with trembling fingers, her touch light and reverent as she grasps him, her eyes locked on his, practically vibrating with the need to feel him inside her mouth.

She leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the head of his cock, her lips parted and glistening. She lets out a soft, needy moan, her tongue darting out to taste him for a fleeting second before she opens wide. She slides her mouth over him with a slow, wet suction, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she begins to suck him with a primal, frantic intensity, her massive backside shaking with every eager pull.