Work with her anger

"You don't want to break my phone," you said. "Otherwise you would have to buy me a new one. Here, I'll delete the video."

"Fine." Jennifer seethed as she stepped into your room. Damn! Here was the girl of your dreams, standing naked two feet away from you and you couldn't do anything. Yet.

You showed her your phone, played the video, and quickly closed it. "You saw me delete the video, right?" You asked her, unsure if it would work.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make up for the other things you did!" Jennifer shouted. Yes! It worked! You still have the video! You wondered if the app just showed her an illusion or just altered her memory right after. Well, you wouldn't question the magic as long as it worked.

"I know, you're right," you said, quickly formulating the next part of your plan. "You probably want revenge. You want to do the same thing I did to you."

"Exactly! How would you like it if someone was staring at your naked body having perverted thoughts??"

If it was you, I wouldn't mind at all, you thought. Out loud you stammered, "I- I would hate that..." trying to hide your smirk.

Jennifer grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled up. You made a show of resisting before lifting your arms and allowing her to pull it off you. She grabbed your pants and pulled them down, along with your boxers, with one forceful tug. You stepped back, pretending to try and get away from her, and plopped down naked on your bed. Jennifer stood over you, her large breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily from the exertion of stripping you naked. Her face twisted in confusion as she stared down at your nude body. Damn! What you wouldn't give to know what perverted thoughts were running through her mind right then. Hey, her words, not yours.

Then Jennifer shook her head and regained her senses. She glared at your erect cock, standing at attention. "What the fuck! You better not be enjoying this!" she shouted.

"No!" You shouted in mock horror, folding your hands in front of your crotch. "I hate you staring at my body! You know what else I hate? I hate being french kissed! It makes me feel smothered and I can hardly breathe!"

"Well then, this day is about to get worse for you!" Jennifer shouted. She leapt onto the bed and was on you in a heartbeat. Her lips pressed against yours, her tongue pushing into your mouth. It was all you could do not to kiss her back. Reaching up, you pressed your hands against her breasts, pretending to try and push her off. Damn! Her soft tits felt amazing in your hands as you gave them a firm squeeze.