Dr. Smith had to admit that he'd misjudged the situation. Elisa's body may have become a hypersexualized parody, but she still had some serious muscle under those exaggerated curves. Still, he was no pushover in the muscle department, and he gave as good
as he got. Unfortunately, he was no match for Elisa's drive; bimbo she may have been, but she was determined to win, she still had a lot of steel in her. Which, all in all, was a good thing in the long run, and so Dr. Smith was not in the least bit upset when
she beat him. Well, part of the reason.
"I win Doc," she declared triumphantly. "Toldja."
Then she leaned over to kiss him. He leaned back, away from her, making her pout.
"B-but Doc, I won," she said, stammering. "You gotta do what I say!"
He smiled. "You didn't actually tell me to do anything Elisa."
She froze up, her bimbofied brain having trouble processing this. "Oh! That's sneaky of you, Doc! Well, I can be sneaky too! I say that you gotta want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you!"
Dr. Smith was once again suprised; he'd been expecting a simple request for sex, and this was more sophisticated than he'd imagined. Another good sign.
"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, Elisa," he said. "You can't just tell people how they should feel."
She pouted again. "Well, that's not fair. OK, fine. I say you gotta take off your clothes, get hard, and lemme fuck you. Also, stop calling me Elisa."
Dr. Smith smiled, and began stripping. "Then what should I call you?"
Another pause, as she thought about. "My name's Lili, you can call me that. Or you can call me 'slut', or 'whore', or stuff like that, I like it when men call me names like that...ooh, you're cock is already hard! And so big!
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