She disagreed with what he was saying. He thought it was unfair of her, selfish even. At least her slick tunnel was reasonable, even for the second insert. His mouth became small as he listened to her, and his forehead flattened with determination to hurt. It felt good to punish her after that, and her head flew wonderfully to the side. He would savor that image. It seemed to put her in a more giving mood, and Laius was excited to see her lean in closer. She was so beautiful when she was like this.<br/><br/>His own lips parted when he came to meet her face. Green eyes blinked when she pulled back. He froze in place while she retreat, struck silent by her deceit. "Y-you won't?" he asked, jaw lax and shoulders dropping. It was unthinkable. Laius pulled his hand back from between her legs. He huffed with insult and looked away for a moment, building momentum in his madness as his breaths were deep and fast. "Okay." he said at last, standing up and grabbing her hair with his salted fingers. She didn't like him?<br/><br/>"What should we do with your lips instead, then?" he asked as he started unbuttoning and unzipping his fliers. "I thought you were going to be friendly, Latrice." There was no doubt about his appreciation for her when he presented his member. It was darker than the rest of him, a hulking thing, swaying heavily and standing with a purpose. The size was vulgar and the head was dark. The middle of the shaft was thicker than its base and it twitched once for her attention.<br/><br/>He grabbed the back of the chair to easily tip her forward, full control of her incline, which brought her face closer to the waiting member. He pinched her nose with his other hand, since she was likely to draw her lips shut and tight when the bulb of his sex came closer to her. The meat pressed against her, waiting for her air to run out, and when it did, he'd readily lodge himself into her gasping mouth. Pinching her teeth through her cheeks would assure her jaws stayed open.