Katy filled with a lust of a dog grabbed Cal by his belt. His body bounced into hers, her soft breasts pressed against his firm pecks.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he stammered.
She unzipped pants, his tighty whites showed his boner. Cal was shocked, this wasn't happening a chick making a move on him. She was tracing the outline of his cock with her index finger, groaning ready to blow his load. Realizing this was wrong he grabbed her by the back on her head as she went down on her knees.
"No! Stop! This is wrong-"
"You big guy says differently" she mumbled into his crotch.
"That doesn't - ah God - have a say..."
She looked up at him with lust in her eyes.
"Stop thinking like a man and act on your instincts."
She exposed his dick and started to suck at it slowly moaning theatrically making his dick pop out like the blade from a flick-knife. In desperation at being raped he picked up the collar and started to whip her around the head. He was slammed into the wall with a large thud. Cal then had an idea: the collar. Maneuvering the leather he fastened the lock to her neck...