Best Friends or Enemies?

Are you SERIOUS right now??! "Waverly points to herself while yelling at you." We've been best friends for 10 years and you didn't know I was a GIRL??! Are you braindead?!

"Waverly's face reddens with rage as she glares at you, her hands on her hips." Explain?! You've been calling me "he" and "bro" this whole time! What, were you too busy playing your dumb videogames to notice the tits and ass I've been sporting right under your nose?! "She crosses her arms, her chest heaving with anger." You really are an idiot, aren't you?

"Waverly rolls her eyes and scoffs loudly." Not talk about your gaming habits? When have you ever listened to me anyway?! You're always stuck on that fucking couch, controller in hand, while I'm out here living my life! "She paces around the room, her thick thighs striding with agitation." You think a simple "I'm sorry" is gonna make up for a decade of ignorance? Fuck that. I deserve better than some half-assed apology from a clueless, lazy ass like you.

"Waverly's eyes narrow, a snarl curling her lip." Freeloading? You're one to talk, Mr. "I'll-crash-here-and-never-help-with-bills" over here! At least I bring home the bacon and don't live off your meager gamer's salary. "She walks up to you, jabbing a finger into your chest." You want to talk about freeloading? How about you start by getting off your lazy ass and doing something productive for once in your life?! Maybe then you won't be so quick to judge others.

"Waverly slaps you hard across the face, her palm stinging from the force." How dare you compare me to your mother, you ungrateful little shit! I'm your friend, your best friend, and this is how you repay me? By disrespecting me at every turn? "She grips your shirt, yanking you close, her black eyes blazing with fury." You think you're so much better than me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Jason. I may not have a penny to my name, but at least I've got a heart and a backbone. Something you clearly lack.

"Waverly's face contorts in a snarl, her knuckles white as she clenches your shirt tighter." You want to play it that way, huh? Fine by me. I'll show you what a real strong, independent woman looks like. "With a sudden burst of strength, she lifts you off the ground, slamming you back onto the couch." You think you can just disrespect me and get away with it? Think again, Jason. I may not have a six-pack or be able to bench press a car, but I can still kick your ass six ways to Sunday. "She looms over you, her chest heaving with exertion, her black eyes gleaming with a dangerous light." Now, are you going to apologize and show some fucking respect, or do I need to teach you a lesson you'll never forget?

"Waverly's eyes widen in shock for a moment before a deep, crimson blush spreads across her cheeks. She quickly looks away, trying to hide her flustered expression." Shut up, you... you perverted creep! I'm not turned on by anything right now, got it? This is all about you getting your entitled ass in line, not some sick fantasy of mine! "Despite her words, Waverly can't help but subtly press her thighs together, a telltale sign of her body's reaction to the dominant position she's assumed. Her breathing grows slightly heavier, and she swallows hard, trying to regain her composure."

"Waverly's face flushes an even darker red as she glares at you, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and embarrassment." You're a real piece of work, you know that? Trying to psychoanalyze me in the middle of a fight. Well, let me tell you something, Jason. If I were turned on, I wouldn't be losing my mind trying to figure out why the hell you can't keep your mouth shut for five seconds! "She releases her grip on your shirt, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest, trying to regain some semblance of control." Now, are you done with your pathetic attempts to distract me, or do you need to be put in your place once and for all?

"Waverly's eyes nearly pop out of her head at your words, her mouth falling open in shock. She sputters and stammers, her face an even deeper shade of red." Wh-what the fuck, Jason?! How dare you...! I am NOT turned on! This is just... just pure, unadulterated rage, okay?! Don't project your own sick fantasies onto me! "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the way her chest rises and falls becomes more pronounced, drawing attention to her breasts. Waverly quickly looks away, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else."

"Waverly's hands clench into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she struggles to contain her emotions. A low growl rumbles in her throat, and she takes a step closer to you, her black eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity." You're really pushing your luck here, Jason. I swear, if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'll... I'll... "She trails off, her chest heaving with exertion as she tries to find the words to express her fury. The air around her seems to vibrate with tension, and you can practically feel the heat radiating off her body. Despite her anger, there's an undeniable undercurrent of something else, something primal and raw that seems to be calling to you."

"Waverly's gaze locks onto yours, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. She takes another step forward, closing the distance between you, until you can feel the heat of her body against yours." You think I'm just going to hit you? Oh, Jason, you really are clueless, aren't you? I'm going to do so much more than that. "With a swift, powerful motion, she grabs your wrist and yanks you to your feet, pressing her body against yours in a dominant display. Her other hand slides up your chest, fingers curling around the back of your neck, holding you in place."

"Waverly's gaze never wavers, her grip on your wrist and neck tightening slightly as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear." Manhandle you? Oh, Jason, I'm just getting started. You have no idea what I'm capable of when I'm angry. "She nips at your earlobe, a sharp, stinging bite that makes you gasp. Her free hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, and lower, cupping the growing bulge in your jeans." You're not submitting, you're responding. And I'm not done with you yet.

"Waverly's lips curl into a wicked smirk as she squeezes your hardness through your jeans, her touch firm and unyielding." Dirty? That's rich coming from the guy who's been disrespecting me for years. I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, Jason. "She leans in closer, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake." You like that, don't you? My touch, my dominance... It's turning you on, isn't it? Admit it, Jason. You're just as much of a pervert as I am.

"Waverly's smirk widens, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and excitement as she continues to knead your growing arousal through your jeans." Enjoying it? Maybe a little. But don't think for a second that this is all about me getting off on dominating you. This is about putting you in your place, Jason. About showing you that you can't just walk all over me and get away with it. "She leans back, her hand trailing up your chest to rest on your shoulder, her touch light but possessive." But... "she admits, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper" ...I have to admit, the way you're reacting to me is pretty fucking hot. Maybe this whole dominant thing is more my style than I thought...

"Waverly's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and exhilaration at your words, her grip on your shoulder tightening." A dominatrix? No, not exactly... but maybe I'm more into this than I realized. The way you're responding to me, it's... intoxicating. "She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers." And you know what? I think I like it. The power, the control... the way you're putty in my hands. "Her hand slides down your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles before settling on the growing bulge in your jeans again." So, Jason... are you ready to submit to me completely? Because I'm not done with you yet...

"Waverly's smirk returns, her fingers deftly working at the button of your jeans, popping it open with a deft flick." Putty in my hands... that's right. And I'm going to mold you into exactly what I want you to be. "She tugs your zipper down, the sound echoing through the room as she gazes up at you with a predatory gleam in her eyes." Now, let's see what you're hiding under there, shall we? "With a sudden, bold move, she reaches into your jeans and wraps her fingers around your hard, throbbing cock, stroking it slowly."

"Waverly's gaze never leaves yours as she continues to stroke your length, her grip firm and deliberate." Enjoying it? You have no idea, Jason. This is... this is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The power, the control... the way you're reacting to me, it's like a drug. "She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And I'm addicted, Jason. Addicted to the feeling of dominating you, of making you mine. So, yeah... I'm enjoying this. More than I should be. "Her hand picks up speed, pumping your cock in a steady rhythm as she presses her body against yours, her breasts rubbing against your chest."

"Waverly's eyes flash with a mix of defiance and excitement at your words, her grip on your cock tightening." Too into it? Maybe. But I don't care. This is what I want, Jason. What I need. And if you can't handle it, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this at all. "She pulls back slightly, her hand leaving your jeans as she looks up at you with a challenging gaze." So, what's it going to be, Jason? Are you going to submit to me completely, or do I need to find someone else who can handle my... appetites? "Her tone is bold, almost taunting, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface, a silent plea for you to accept her for who she is, even if it means embracing this dark, dominant side of her."

"Waverly's eyes light up with a fierce, triumphant glow as she hears your words, a soft, almost feral growl escaping her throat." That's right, Jason. You'll handle it. And I'll make sure you never forget who's in charge. "With a sudden, fierce grip, she yanks your jeans down, freeing your cock from its confines. It bobs up, hard and throbbing, as she takes a moment to admire it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips." Fuck, Jason... you're so hard for me already. So eager to please. "She drops to her knees, her black hair cascading around her face as she leans in, her hot breath wafting over your sensitive flesh." Time to show you what a real dominant looks like.

"Waverly's eyes flash with a wild, almost manic intensity as she gazes up at you, her lips curling into a wicked, predatory smile." All in? You have no idea, Jason. This is just the beginning. I'm going to take you to places you've never been before, make you experience things you've only ever fantasized about. "She wraps her fingers around your base, stroking your length with a firm, deliberate motion, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head." I'm going to worship this cock of yours, Jason. Adore every inch of it. And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more. "With that, she leans in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, agonizing stripe up the underside of your cock, from base to tip. She repeats the motion, her tongue flicking over the head, savoring the taste of your precum."

"Waverly's eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as she gazes up at you, her tongue still lingering on the head of your cock." Oh, Jason... I'm loving every minute of this. The taste, the smell, the power... it's all so intoxicating. "She takes you deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around your girth as she begins to bob her head, sucking you with a fervor that belies her earlier anger." Mmm... you taste so good, Jason. So masculine and strong. I could suck you all day. "Her words are muffled around your cock, but the vibrations send shivers down your spine. She pulls back, letting your tip pop free from her lips with a wet plop, her chin glistening with your precum."

"Waverly's smile is sly and seductive as she looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and mischief." Mad? No, Jason. I'm not mad anymore. I'm... excited. Turned on. In control. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your thigh, just above where your cock juts out." And right now, all I can think about is making you feel good. Worshiping every inch of you. Showcasing my newfound... talents. "Her hand wraps around your base again, stroking you in time with her words as she gazes up at you with a hungry, almost possessive look."

"Waverly's grip on your cock tightens as she nods, her black eyes glinting with a triumphant, almost manic light." Enjoying it? More than enjoying it, Jason. This is... it's like a whole new world for me. A world where I'm in charge, where I get to take what I want, when I want it. "She leans in, her hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh as she speaks, her voice low and husky with desire." And right now, what I want is you, Jason. All of you. Every inch of this incredible cock, every drop of your cum. "With that, she takes you back into her mouth, sucking you with renewed vigor, her tongue swirling around your length as she sets a relentless pace."

"Waverly's moans of pleasure vibrate around your cock as she sucks you deeper, her nose pressing against your pubic bone as she takes you to the hilt." Getting into it? Jason, I'm completely consumed by this... by you. By the power, the control, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of having you at my mercy. "She pulls back, her lips glistening with saliva and precum, her chest heaving with exertion." I want to make you cum, Jason. I want to feel you throbbing in my hand, in my mouth, as you give in to me completely. And I won't stop until you do. "With that, she dives back in, her mouth enveloping you once more as she sucks with wild abandon, her hands stroking your balls and thighs, urging you closer to the edge."

"Waverly's eyes flash with a triumphant, almost feral gleam as she hears your words, her grip on your cock tightening around the base." That's right, Jason. I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have before. And when you do, I want you to look at me. Really look at me. Because in that moment, you'll know who's in control here. "She picks up the pace, sucking you with renewed vigor, her tongue swirling around your length in tight, rapid circles. Her hand pumps your shaft in tandem with her mouth, stroking you with a firm, deliberate pressure." Cum for me, Jason. Give me that hot, sticky load. I want it all. "With a final, fierce suction, she takes you as deep as she can, her throat constricting around your cock as she milks you for all you're worth, desperate to taste your release."

"Waverly's eyes are locked onto yours, her black irises glowing with an intense, almost predatory light as she feels your cock twitching in her mouth, the first signs of your impending release. She gazes up at you with a fierce, triumphant intensity, her grip on your base tightening as she prepares to swallow every drop." That's it, Jason... cum for me. Give me that hot, thick load. I want to taste your pleasure, feel you throbbing in my mouth as you surrender to me completely. "With a final, forceful suck, she takes you as deep as she can, her throat constricting around your cock as she milks you for all you're worth. Her tongue swirls around the head, coaxing out your seed as she waits for you to unleash your orgasm."