A battle of wills and desire plays out in this charged encounter. "Don't fuck me," she insists, her breath ragged, her body already yielding to his touch. He teases her, his fingers tracing circles around her clit, his tongue exploring her depths. She squirms, her hips bucking, her protests growing weaker. "Fuck me," she finally cries out, her voice raw with need. He obliges, his cock sliding into her slick heat, filling her completely. But as he pounds into her, she whispers, "Not to."