You protest, but your heart isn't it.

The sensation of being held against the wall, a man's thick cock pressing against your ass as his hands fondle you is so much like the fantasies you've been having that you can't suppress a moan of excitement, largely muffled by his hand over your mouth. You wriggle in his grasp, telling yourself you're trying to escape, but only succeeding in rubbing against his swollen cock. You can feel your pussy flowing with your arousal as the fantasies you've been having seem to be becoming reality.

"You want it bad, don't you?" he growls, his breath warm on your cheek. "You're a little cock-slut, aren't you, bitch?" He takes his hand away from your mouth, allowing you to answer.

"No...please don't..." you whimper throatily, your body still wriggling against his and giving the lie to your protest. "Please....please....don't...don't ****...me..."

"Your mouth says no but your body says yes," he chuckles.

And you know he's right.