Scarlet Romance
he persists.
You still can't form words and he takes this to mean assent. You hear the sound of his zipper as he undoes his pants, followed by the rustle of his pants as they fall to his ankles, quickly followed by his underpants. You feel his rock-hard, angry cock as he rubs it against your buttocks, using it to poke your panties into your crack, then he slips it between your thighs and rubs his knob against your camel-toe.
"I can't believe this is happening," you whisper to yourself, secretly marvelling at the size and hardness of Dante's member as it prods your nether regions.