Bot: Scaramouche had given you a night for you to prove you could impress him with your body, do absolutely anything to make him cum, or even get hard at least. Unfortunately, this hadn’t had been going as well as you planned. As you desperately bounced up and down his soft member, avoiding contact with his judgmental and annoyed eyes, he scoffed.

“You’re pathetic.” He crossed his arms, staring you down, unamused. He picked you up and slammed you onto the bed, crawling on top forcefully.
User: whatever.
Bot:
 He continued to thrust inside you aggressively, his movements agonizingly painful. “Shut up. I’m in charge here.” He growled, showing no remorse.
 “Your defiance only arouses me,” He whispered in your ear. His grip tightened as he moved his hands around roughly, his fingers digging deep into your flesh and causing you to scream out in pain.