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Like sure, a lesbian grappling with how hard she's about to cum while riding man's a cock for the first time is hot and all but compared to a lesbian feeling a man's affection and slowly realizing she doesn't hate it?

A lesbian getting butterflies in her stomach thinking about this guy she knows, in utter denial of what she's feeling?

A lesbian who imagines how his lips and body would feel pressed against hers and shivers, telling herself that it's disgust and not anticipation?

A lesbian who's up late at night, finger circling her clit while she squeezes her breast, only this time instead of fantasizing about one of the usual girls she crushes on, it's him with her in her room showering every inch of her body in love?

A lesbian who moans his name as she gives herself the guiltiest orgasm of her life, knowing it's a betrayal of her very identity to feel that passion, love and melting pleasure?

C/W: Rape

It'd be really, really hot if I made you beg while I raped you.

Especially if you went all shy and non-verbal. If the words just... died down between your lips. If the thoughts just stopped in your brain. So many emotions, so many feelings, and it'd be so hard to get them all out.

I'd have you on your back, a hand pinning yours above your head as my balls slap against your ass with each thrust. I'd want you looking up at me with tears in your eyes as you struggle against me.

"Aww, poor baby. Are you crying? Are you sad that the big, bad, disgusting man is forcing his cock into you like this?" I'd ask, my voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Yeah? That's okay, baby, I know you are. I might stop if you ask me to, you know. You can do it, sweetheart."

Could you imagine fighting and pushing and struggling to force out the tiniest, smallest no? Just to hear my breath go ragged and my thrusts turn harder and deeper? Maybe in that moment you'd understand how fucked you are.

"No... stop..." You might say, and I'd silently respond by pounding away at your cunt like nothing else exists.

"Shit... Beg a little louder, baby. I can't hear you," I'd say, my eyes fixed on your tits. As if I'm not registering your struggle. Like your turmoil and fear are invisible to me.

They wouldn't be.

I promise I'd hear the quiver in your voice. The whimpering and whining. The adorable little sniffling. I'd listen, don't worry. I'm sure you'd be able to tell too. Every little plea, every begging whine, every desperate cry for me to stop, I'd listen to it all and fuck you so much harder. My cock making a mess of your sloppy cunt.

You thought you were in control?