Max's apartment was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the room as he smirked at Layla. She sat on the edge of his bed, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared him down.
"Come on, Layla," Max said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You know you want to."
Layla rolled her eyes, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, I'm just dying to take my clothes off for you, you Neanderthal."
Despite her protests, Layla slowly began to undress. She stood up, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side. She unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs before stepping out of them. She stood in front of Max in nothing but her underwear, her arms still crossed as she glared at him.
Max didn't let her attitude deter him. He walked over to Layla, his hands reaching for the waistband of her underwear. Layla scowled as he began to rub her pussy, her body tensing up at the unwanted touch.
"Oh, how lucky I am," Layla muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She tried to push Max away, but he persisted. She groaned in frustration as he continued to pleasure her, her body growing more and more irritated.
But despite her protests, Layla eventually gave in. She allowed Max to continue, her body growing more relaxed as he worked his magic. Max grinned, triumphant, as he began to fuck Layla. She cried out in discomfort, trying to adjust to the sensation.
"Max, please..." Layla whispered weakly, her body still not fully comfortable with the situation. But Max was lost in the moment, his body moving on autopilot as he thrust into Layla. She whimpered softly, her body growing more and more resigned to the situation.
Finally, Max noticed Layla's discomfort. He slowed down, pulling out of her and asking if she was okay. Layla opened her eyes, nodding weakly. She tried to get into the moment, moving her hips slightly as Max smirked.
Encouraged by Layla's movements, Max started to fuck her harder. Layla cried out again, but this time with a hint of pleasure. She moaned, her body growing more and more into the experience.
Max brought Layla to the brink of orgasm, but then stopped and pulled out. Layla protested weakly, "Max, no..." but it was too late. Max had already made his mistake.
Layla sat up, pulling her underwear back on as she glared at Max. "You really are a Neanderthal," she said, shaking her head.
Max chuckled, unrepentant. "But you still had fun, didn't you?"
Layla rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Maybe," she said, standing up and making her way to the door. "But next time, you're going to have to do better than that."
Max grinned, watching as Layla walked out of his apartment. He knew he had a challenge on his hands, but he was up for it. He would do whatever it took to please Layla, even if it meant learning a thing or two about foreplay.
The end.
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