Of course

Without a word, Caoimhe began unbuttoning her blouse, letting the fabric fall free as it leaves her in a simple white bra. She slips her skirt to the ground as he leers at her white panties with a little baby blue bow.

"Keep going," Tyler says, standing once more.

Caoimhe's hands slip behind her back, unbuttoning her bra. It falls to the ground, and Caoimhe hurries to cover her breasts with her hands.

"Oh, don't bother," Tyler says, taking her hands and placing them at her side. "Pull down those panties for me, pet."

As Caoimhe slips down her panties, Tyler takes her breasts in his hand, fingers tugging on her nipples. He gives them a few squeezes at Caoimhe's panties hit her ankles. Smiling, Tyler cups her pussy, fingers rubbing along the smooth skin, sending shivers down Caoimhe's spine.

"Oh god," Caoimhe mutters, Tyler rubbing one finger over her slit, gently teasing the entrance.

He gently wraps a hand around her thigh, lifting her leg into the air to open her cunt up for his access. Caoimhe let him do whatever he wanted, trying not to let her anticipation show.

"Ask me to finger you," Tyler commanded. "I want to hear you say it."

Caoimhe gasped, her pussy so sensitive under his touch.

"Ask!"

"Please can you finger my pussy, Tyler?" Caoimhe said, a moan escaping her lips.

Tyler slides his fingers forward, letting them slide between her lips. Caoimhe gasps as a wet squelch fills the room, and Tyler eagerly begins sliding his fingers in and out of her, a wet squelch happening with every thrust. Caoimhe filled with shame, knowing how wet she was, knowing just how responsive her pussy was to Tyler's touch.

"Oh, my little slut likes this, doesn't she?"

"No," Caoimhe said, her quivering voice betraying her lust.

Caoimhe's pussy juices dripped down her thighs, running down Tyler's fingers and hand as the sound of her sopping pussy became louder and louder. Her pussy instinctively squeezed down hard on his fingers, only encouraging him further and further.

"Say you love it, slut," Tyler said, holding his phone in front of her, waving around the image of his cock in her mouth.

"I... I love it," Caoimhe moaned, feeling waves of pleasure overcome her.

Why did it have to be Tyler? He was a misogynist, a bully, a complete and utter asshole. Everything about his personality repulsed her. His entire moral character stood against everything she valued.

Yet... her pussy quivered from his every touch. Seeing his muscular frame, she wanted him to embrace her, to grab her and do what he wanted. Her mouth watered at the sight of his long, smooth cock. And when he leaned forward to kiss her, she responded instinctively, kissing him hard on the lips and happily taking his tongue in her mouth.

"Do you want me to fuck you, slut?"