As she mulled over what he'd said, something happened. She thought about how he was the one who pursued her. She'd only agreed to go out on a date with him because he wouldn't quit asking until she did. Just tonight he asked her if she trusted him and she'd foolishly answered that she did. Henry said he'd take care of her only minutes before telling her that she made him sick. He'd gotten her d***k with the express purpose of sl**ping with her!
In those moments of reflection, the old Camilla, the one that was too shy to look most men in the eye, was replaced with something else. Camilla snapped. The weak Camilla was gone. She got up from her bed and wiped the tears away. She was in nothing but the sexy lingerie when she rushed out of the bedroom door.
Henry was still at the door to the apartment, slipping on his shoes when she spotted him. Camilla grabbed him from behind. "What, what are you doing to me! Let me go!" He yelped.
She didn't answer, preferring to let her actions do the talking for the time being. Camilla hauled him back to her bedroom. Henry fought but he couldn't get free of her hold. "Let me go!" He shouted again as she dragged him to the foot her bed.
"Okay, I will." She told him coldly while lifting him up and then throwing him down on the bed. Henry was disoriented and he couldn't understand what she doing. He tried to get off the bed, but before he could, Camilla had jumped on top of him.
Henry fought and kicked his legs as hard as he could. It was no use as Camilla outweighed him by a good bit. "What are you doing? Get the fuck off me!" He could feel her entire body against him; her big soft breasts and yes, her hard cock.
Then she started to wrestle his clothes off. He opened his mouth to say something but she shoved her tongue into his mouth before he could. Camilla whipped her panties off so fast that her dick sprung up like a diving board. Henry renewed his fight when he felt the tip of her cock tunnel between his legs and press against his vulnerable asshole. She was going to fuck him! And do it without lubricant! He worriedly thought.
