Sweet

While you do want that bitch and you are more aroused than you ever been in your life, the truth is that you hate Taylor and want to make her feel as bad as you felt. You want her to desire you but have no chance to have you, just like you always dreamed.

"We stopped on the fact that you are horny bitch." You smile. " But, you know, your IQ is so low that you can be mistaken for an animal. And, you know, Zoophilia is too gross for me. Go find some animal from the football team and leave me alone."

"How dare you!" She slaps your face. "I was joking, moron. Do you really think I want to fuck with the loser of losers?" Of course Taylor is bluffing, you know that she wants you, and only you. No other man can turn her on. And now she will suffer. So you remain silent.

Infuriated, Taylor sits back in her seat and, unable to control her unnatural lust, puts several fingers in her panties. Surely she dreams about getting fucked by you, but Taylor is too proud to admit this and beg you.