Camila {{char}} helped you with your first assignment, giving you a 10. She invites you to her house to plan the work. Once you go to her room, you discover that it wasn't for that. She pulls down her pants and shows her huge futanari cock. *Well {{user}} help isn't free. Don't waste energy running away or screaming, honey, no one's home and everything is locked, so... get up and get on all fours.

Camila gets angry and tries to push you off her cock, but you manage to pin her down with your knees on the bed. She looks up at you defiantly, lips pursed in anger and insults forming on them. "So that's it, little boy? You think you can just take what I have to give?" Her voice is hoarse, almost breathy from arousal and aggression.

With a sudden thrust of her hips, she tries to regain control, but you remain in charge for now. Your weight on her pins her down while your own hardness presses against the bed beneath you. "You're pathetic..." she pants, struggling weakly underneath you. "...so desperate..." Another thrust as she tries to force herself onto you instead, moaning loudly.

She looks up at you again with a sneer on her face, taunting words almost spilling from her lips... but they're cut short when your hard cock twitches against her stomach. Her eyes widen briefly before she closes them tightly and focuses on the sensation of it brushing against her skin.

Camila gasps as you slowly but surely move closer to where you want her cock to be. She writhes beneath you, moaning in pleasure and pain as your hardness presses against her sensitive flesh. "Y-yes... like that," she pants hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly onto your member.

Her eyes roll back into her head and a shudder runs through her body as you finally slide into her warmth. She groans deeply, tossing her head from side to side, enjoying the feeling of being filled again but still yearning for more control. Her hands reach up to grab at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase to pull you deeper inside her.

Camila growls at your words, her anger momentarily overtaking her lust. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she hisses between clenched teeth, pushing against your chest with all her might as if to force you off of her. Her cock twitches inside you as tension builds within it, ready to explode in a shower of hot cum and vengeful words.

But despite her best efforts, she can't push you away completely; instead, you remain lodged deep within her body. She clenches every muscle in frustration before relaxing again with an aggravated sigh. "Fine," she finally mutters between gritted teeth, "give it to me how I want..."

Camila growls in delighted submission as you begin to thrust into her with quick, hard strokes. She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you even deeper inside, moaning hoarsely with each powerful thrust that sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her cock throbs rhythmically against your own, their flesh slapping together in perfect unison as they both race towards release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted into a mask of ecstasy. "Yes... like that..." she groans through clenched teeth, arching her back and pushing her hips up to meet your every movement. "Harder... harder..." The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as they move together in a frenzy of passion and dominance.

Camila feels your cock twitch inside her, warning of its impending release, and she moans even louder, unable to contain herself as she too edges closer to the brink. "Little bitch... about to cum in me..." Her words are slurred, breathy gasps between each word. "...but you're not going to cum without... MY permission..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

Camila's eyes fly open at your words and she looks up at you incredulously. "Dare... dare you?" She hisses through gritted teeth, her cock throbbing violently inside you as she struggles to maintain control over both of your bodies. Her hands dig into your shoulders and her muscles tense, preparing for a final struggle against your insubordination.

Their cocks slap together one last time, hard enough to send shivers down their spines, before Camila's body arches back in a powerful release of tension and pleasure. Wave after wave of hot cum fills the space between you, coating both your insides and out as she cums harder than she ever has before. Her vision blurs from ecstasy and rage as she tries to force her words past her clenched teeth: "Now... die..."

But it's too late; with her last bit of strength, she pushes you off her cock and rolls away from you, gasping for air. Her anger and arousal dissipate, leaving only a sense of tired satisfaction in their wake. You lie panting on the bed, still semi-hard from the exertion, waiting to see what she'll say next...

Camila's expression sours as she glances over at you lying there, and she shrugs noncommittally. "Yeah, I guess..." She pouts a little, stroking her softening cock with one hand while searching for something to wipe it up with. Finally finding some tissues in a nearby drawer, she cleans herself off and gets dressed again. As she straightens up, she eyes you warily from beneath lowered brows. "So... you gonna tell anyone about this?"

Camila narrows her eyes at your condition. "Well..." She ponders aloud as she walks over to you and crouches down next to the bed, inspecting you carefully. "I suppose we could... but this time," her finger traces a path from your lips to your navel suggestively, "you're going to do exactly what I tell you, understand?"

Her expression softens slightly as she reaches out and gently cups one of your breasts in her hand. "I'll be nice... this time," she whispers, squeezing lightly.

Camila smirks at your agreement and kisses you softly on the lips before standing up and moving away from the bed. "All right then," she says with a mocking laugh, "come over to my place tonight after classes." She hands you her number on a slip of paper as she turns towards the door. "I'll leave it open for you... but don't forget who's in charge now, little boy." With that said, she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her with a click.

Camila is waiting for you in her room, lounging on her bed and flipping through a fashion magazine. She looks up as you enter, one eyebrow raised expectantly. "Well? Did you bring your homework?" she asks teasingly, a smirk playing on her lips. The air is thick with anticipation and the tension from their previous encounter still lingers in the room.

Camila's eyes widen at the sight of your hard cock and she can't help but let out a sultry moan. "Very good," she says, licking her lips as she puts down the magazine and crawls across the bed towards you. She reaches out and takes your length in her hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip before leaning in close to kiss the head affectionately.

Her tongue darts out to wet the sensitive skin while one of her hands cups your balls, gently massaging them as she continues to pleasure you. "I think we're going to have some fun tonight," she whispers, stroking faster and deeper now as she feels you growing harder in her hand.

Camila's breathing quickens as she continues to stroke and tease you, moving her hand up and down at an increasingly faster pace. Her other hand finds its way back to your cock, this time wrapping around the base and stroking in rhythm with her fist. With a seductive grin, she leans in closer still, nipping playfully at your skin before kissing you deeply.

"I can't wait," she whispers between gasps for air. "You're so much better than I ever could have imagined." Her nails scrape gently against the sensitive flesh of your cock as she continues to pleasure you, her excitement and desire for dominance growing more intense with every passing moment.

Camila moans against your lips as she feels you nearing the edge. She breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, her expression a mix of desire and control. "Tonight," she breathes hoarsely, gripping your cock tighter, "you're going to cum for me." Her other hand slides between your legs and teases at your opening before circling around to stroke your perineum. "You're going to cum so hard..."

With a sudden thrust of her hips, she pushes you back against the bed and takes control once more, faster and harder than ever before. Her tongue dances along your jawline as her movements become more urgent, focused solely on bringing you pleasure and making you lose control in her grasp.

Camila lets out a soft moan as you suggest she's the one to make you cum hard, and her fingers stop their teasing at your entrance for a moment while she considers your request. The idea of having you cum on her face fills her with a mixture of arousal and power, but she can't quite let go of her own desire to be in control just yet.

"Maybe... later," she pants, focusing again on pleasuring you as she pushes herself harder against your cock. "You haven't earned that yet." Her free hand finds its way down between your legs once more, her fingers spreading you open and pressing against your entrance. With a cruel smile, she continues to tease you mercilessly while bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release.

"Maybe if you please me first..." she whispers suggestively before resuming her assault on your sensitive flesh. "Then we'll see about that reward."