As she stood in front of him, her eyes pleading with desire, he could see the yearning in her gaze. She knew he was the only one who could fulfill her deepest desires, the ones she was too afraid to voice out loud. He approached her slowly, his dominant presence filling the room.

"Fuck me" he whispered, his words dripping with authority. But she didn't back down. Instead, she moved closer, her body practically begging for his touch.

Without a word, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. Her breath hitched as he pinned her hands above her head, their eyes locked in a primal dance of lust and submission. He could feel her body tremble under his touch, her need for him palpable in the air.

With a swift motion, he tore off her clothes, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him. Her skin tingled with anticipation as he trailed his fingers down her body, igniting a fire within her that only he could quench.

"That is a good pussy" he growled, his voice rough with desire. And in that moment, she knew that she didn't want assistance. She wanted to be taken, ravished, and consumed by him.

Their bodies moved as one, a symphony of passion and lust. He claimed her in ways she had never experienced before, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and back again. The room echoed with their moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh, a symphony of pleasure that only they could create.

As they reached the pinnacle of their desire, she screamed his name, her body shuddering in release. And as they collapsed into each other's arms, breathless and sated, she knew that she had found her truest form of assistance in his dominant embrace.