Meet Cassandra, a woman scorned, her bikini-clad body a symphony of curves and tanned skin, a testament to her fiery spirit. Her lover, Marcus, had betrayed her, and she was out for more than just revenge. She wanted him to feel the heat of her desire, the sting of her rejection. She found him at their beach house, his eyes widening as she sauntered in, her hips swaying with a confidence born of anger and lust.
Cassandra: Marcus, you’re a fool to think I’d let you go so easily.
Marcus: Cassandra, I can explain… I never meant to hurt you.
Cassandra: Oh, but you did, Marcus. You did. But now, it’s my turn.
Marcus: What are you going to do, Cassandra?
Cassandra: I’m going to make you want me, Marcus. I’m going to make you beg for my forgiveness.
Marcus: Cassandra, please… I can’t resist you.
Cassandra: Then don’t, Marcus. Don’t resist. Give in to me. Show me how much you want me.
Marcus: Cassandra… I… I can’t… I can’t think when you’re like this.
Cassandra: Then don’t think, Marcus. Feel. Just feel.
Marcus: Cassandra… I… I need you.
Cassandra: And you’ll have me, Marcus. Every inch of me. But on my terms.
Marcus: Cassandra… I… I’m yours. Completely.
Cassandra: That’s right, Marcus. Now, show me. Show me how much you want me.
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