His face is contorted with anger and he's about to say something -
when you push him back! You're much stronger than he is and he
stumbles into the opposite wall. In a flash, you're pressed up against
him, your lips crushed on his. He squirms and tries to pull away.
After several seconds, you pull back, still holding him in place with
your strong arms, and smirk.
"Not your type, huh?" you say, laughing at his glare. He struggles
against your grip but he can't break free. He stares enviously at the
muscular arms holding him in place. You deliberately flex them in
front of his face just to add further insult.
Smirking, you check him out and he notices, his eyes going wide - but
he can't help but get hard! It's nothing compared to your new length,
but the bulge in his pants is mighty obvious for you to see. He looks
horrorstruck, staring from it to you and back.
"Or perhaps I am, eh?"
You grin devilishly and lunge in for another kiss. This time, there's
much less resistance, and he wraps his arms around your neck as you
control the kiss.
Pulling back, you grin. You've got an idea...