Your body's still buzzing, sweat slick on your skin, as Cassandra's eyes meet yours, a wild, hungry edge in them that sets your pulse racing. "You think you can handle me rough, y/n?" she taunts, her voice low and dripping with challenge, as she crawls toward you on the bench, her auburn hair a tangled mess, her lips curved in a wicked grin. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it," she says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close, her breath hot against your neck. You grip her hips, hard, your "Oh, I'll show you rough, Cass" a growl as you kiss her fiercely, teeth clashing, her tongue fighting yours with a moan— "Mmm, fuck, y/n!"—that fuels your hunger. Her nails digging into your thighs, and you're rock-hard, her "God, y/n, I need you now!" pushing you to the edge of control.
Cassandra drops to her knees, her hands gripping your thighs as she looks up, eyes blazing. "I'm gonna suck you so fucking deep, y/n," she promises, her voice thick with lust, and before you can respond, her mouth's on you, taking you in with a rough, relentless slide that pulls a "Fuck, Cass!" from your throat. She's merciless, her lips tight, her tongue swirling as she pushes herself down, gagging slightly but not stopping, her "Mmm, you're so big!" muffled as she takes you deeper, her throat constricting around you. You grab her hair, pulling hard, and she moans louder— "Ohhh, yes, pull it!"—her eyes watering but eager as you guide her, thrusting into her mouth, the wet, sloppy sounds mixing with her gasps. "You like it rough, don't you?" you growl, and her "Fuck, yes, y/n!" is barely audible as she keeps going, her hands gripping your base, driving you wild until you pull her off, panting, her lips swollen and glistening.
She's not done, standing and shoving you back onto the bench. "Fuck me hard, y/n, I want it rough," she demands, grabbing a thick, ridged dildo from the drawer and tossing it to you. "Use this first," she says, bending over the bench, her ass up, her "C'mon, y/n, make me scream!" a raw plea. You lube the dildo, teasing her entrance before sliding it in, hard and deep, her "Ohhh, fuck, yes!" echoing as you thrust it, your other hand tangled in her hair, pulling until her back arches. "You feel that, Cass?" you ask, and she's vocal, her "Mmm, God, y/n, it's so deep!" spurring you to go faster, the ridges hitting her just right. You slap her ass, the sting pulling a "Fuck, do it again!" from her, and you do, her moans— "Ohhh, y/n, harder!"—growing frantic as you work the toy, her body trembling under your grip.
You toss the dildo aside, too impatient, and pull her up, spinning her to face you. "I'm fucking you now," you say, and her "God, yes, y/n, wreck me!" is all the permission you need. You lift her legs, pinning them against your shoulders, and thrust into her, hard, her tightness gripping you as she screams, "Ohhh, fuck, y/n!" You don't hold back, each thrust rough and deep, her "Mmm, yes, just like that!" urging you on as you pull her hair again, her head tilting back, exposing her throat. You bite down lightly, and her "Fuck, y/n, you're killing me!" is a desperate moan as you pound into her, the bench creaking under the force. Her nails rake your back, the pain mixing with pleasure, and you growl, "Take it, Cass," her "Ohhh, I'm taking it!" pushing you both closer to the edge.
She reaches for a vibrating wand, pressing it against her clit as you fuck her. "Feel this with me, y/n," she pants, her "Ohhh, God, it's too much!" loud as the vibrations hit her, her walls clenching tighter around you. "You're so fucking good," she moans, her eyes locked on yours, her body shaking as you keep up the brutal pace. "Don't stop, y/n, make me come!" she begs, and you grab her hips, slamming into her harder, the wand's buzz amplifying her cries— "Mmm, fuck, I'm coming!"—as she shatters, her climax pulling you over with a groan, your release hitting hard as you collapse against her.
But Cassandra's insatiable, already reaching for a new toy—a set of nipple clamps with a chain. "Put these on me, y/n," she says, her voice raw but eager. "I want you to pull them while you fuck my mouth again." You clip them on, her "Ohhh, yes!" sharp as the clamps bite her skin, and she drops to her knees, taking you in with a rough, gagging deepthroat that has you gripping her hair again. "Fuck, Cass, you're unreal," you groan, tugging the chain, her muffled "Mmm, harder, y/n!" vibrating against you as she works, her eyes tearing but fierce. You thrust into her mouth, pulling her hair and the chain in rhythm, her moans— "Ohhh, God!"—pushing you until you're groaning, "I'm coming!" and she takes it all, her "Mmm, y/n!" triumphant as she pulls back, licking her lips.
She drags you to the floor, straddling you again. "One more, y/n, fuck me rough," she demands, grabbing a small anal vibrator and handing it to you. "Use this too," she says, her "Make me feel it all" a desperate plea. You slide it in, the buzz drawing a loud "Ohhh, fuck, y/n!" as you enter her again, your thrusts hard and unrelenting, her hair in your fist as you pull, her "Yes, y/n, don't stop!" echoing. You drive into her, the vibrator amplifying every sensation, her moans— "Mmm, God, I'm coming again!"—mixing with yours as you both hit another shattering climax, collapsing in a sweaty, trembling heap.
You're tangled together, her fingers digging into your arm. "You're a fucking beast, y/n," she pants, her grin wicked. "Think you can go again?" she teases, and your "Try me, Cass" makes her laugh, her "Oh, y/n, I'm gonna ruin you."