"I don't have to make you anything," Roger said, placing his left hand on her arse, easily rocking her back and forth against him as he drove harder within her, increasing their tempo. "You are my little fuck toy, my dirty cum slut to be used as I see fit." He gave another slap to the red flesh of her arse cheeks, the thumb of his left hand reaching down between them to caress over the even tighter entrance there.
Roger might look the clean cut, perfect gentleman, but having numerous French cousins had taught him a lot, and he could talk dirtier than the best of them. Well, maybe the best of them.