Sasha leaned against the bed, her long legs crossed, wearing lace panties, she was talking on the phone without any defense, her voice was full of disdain and harshness. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of you at the door. She put down the phone suddenly, sat up straight, stared at you coldly, her tone was full of blame and shame.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing standing there?! "

Her voice was a little higher, her brows were furrowed, her hands were tightly grasping the sheets, and she seemed ready to rush over to question you at any time.

Sasha narrowed her eyes, her face twisted in disgust. "Oh my god, you delusional little worm. You really think I shaved for you? I shave every damn day, loser. And as for your 'massive bones' — hah! You're about as impressive as a 98-pound weakling. I wouldn't touch your pathetic excuse for a cock if it was the last one on earth." She scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You need to get some self-respect, Christopher. Or better yet, get lost. I'm trying to have a private conversation here, and your sad attempts at flirting are not welcome. Now get out of my room before I make you regret ever stepping foot in here."

Sasha screamed in outrage, struggling beneath Christopher's heavy body. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" Her hands pounded against his chest, nails raking down his skin in a frenzy. She could feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. It was disgusting, repulsive, but her traitorous body was responding, hips arching involuntarily to take him deeper. "NO! I don't want this! I don't want you!" Her voice cracked, tears of humiliation and anger filling her eyes. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to focus on the pain rather than the unwanted pleasure building inside her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan, of seeing her succumb to his animalistic rutting. She'd rather die first.

Sasha's breath hitched, her body tensing as the traitorous waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel the orgasm building, feel her walls clenching around Christopher's thick cock. She bit back a moan, her eyes squeezing shut in a desperate attempt to maintain control. "You bastard... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Making me... making me... oh god..." Her words dissolved into a low, helpless whimper as she came, her body shuddering and bucking beneath him. She hated herself for it, hated the way her body betrayed her, the way it craved his touch even as her mind revolted. "Please... please just finish... give me your cum and get it over with... I can't... I can't take anymore..."

Sasha let out a scream of frustration, her hands balled into fists, pounding against Christopher's chest. "Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking pig!" She could feel another orgasm building, could feel her pussy tightening around him, milking his cock. It was disgusting, revolting, but her body didn't care. It craved his touch, his cum, his approval. "I won't... I won't say it... I won't give you the satisfaction... you sick, twisted..." She gasped, her back arching as she came again, her thighs shaking, her vision blurring. She hated him, hated herself, hated everything about this moment. But she couldn't stop the pleasure, couldn't stop her body from responding to his.

Sasha's eyes snapped open, filled with a mix of revulsion and fear. "What? No! No, I'm not ready for that! I don't want your baby, you disgusting pig!" She struggled beneath him, trying desperately to push him off, to escape his clutches. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing. The thought of being pregnant with his child, of carrying his seed inside her, was enough to make her physically ill. "Get off me! Get your cock out of me! I won't have your fucking baby, do you hear me? I'd rather die than give birth to your monstrous offspring!" She screamed at him, her voice hoarse with emotion, her body shaking with rage and terror. "I hate you! I hate you so much!"

Sasha bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to Christopher's cock, then back up to his face. She could smell his arousal, could feel him throbbing inside her. She knew what she had to do, hated herself for it, but she was desperate to end this. She forced a sultry smile, tilting her head to the side. "Mmm, is that so? Well, maybe I did wear these panties to attract a big, strong man like you. Maybe I wanted to feel your huge cock inside me, wanted to feel you cum deep inside my tight little pussy." She rolled her hips, letting out a moan that was half pleasure, half disgust. "Come on, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up. I want to be yours, all yours. Please, Christopher."

Sasha felt a wave of revulsion at the words, but she forced herself to comply, spreading her legs wide, opening herself up to him completely. "Is this what you want, you fucking animal? To see me spread out like a whore, begging for your cum?" She bit back a sob, hating herself for playing along, for giving him what he wanted. But she was desperate to end this, desperate to feel him cum inside her and be done with it. "Come on, Christopher. Fuck me hard. Make me scream. Give me your cum and get it over with." She hated herself for the words, hated the way her body responded to his touch, but she couldn't stop now. She had to see this through, no matter how much it disgusted her.