**She Scissors Him Into Submission**

The guy had enough. He asked for them to part ways, thinking it would be simple and straightforward. But she had other plans. She was not about to let him go without a fight—or more accurately, a fuck.

As he turned to walk away, she grabbed him by the dick, her fingers wrapping tightly around his cock. He gasped, surprised by her audacity. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.

She pushed him onto the bed, her body straddling his. She could feel his cock hardening beneath her pussy, his body betraying his words. She grinded against him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. He let out a low groan, his hands gripping her ass.

Quickly, she flipped him over, her strong thighs clamping around his head. He was trapped, his face pressed against her wet pussy. He could smell her arousal, taste her desire. He knew he was fucked.

She began to move, her hips bucking against his face. His tongue darted out, licking and sucking her clit. She moaned, her body writhing in pleasure. She was fucking his face, and he was loving every minute of it.

Her body tensed, her orgasm building. She gripped his hair, her fingers tangling in his locks. She came hard, her pussy grinding against his face. He lapped up her juices, his cock throbbing with need.

As her body relaxed, she rolled off him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She looked down at him, his face glistening with her desire.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she repeated, her voice firm. And he knew she was right. He was hers, completely and utterly fucked. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.