Not what I meant

"Hey, dude, better stop before you make the biggest mistake of your life! Trust me, I'm Marco!" the young woman in front of Dario was insisting, trying to keep him at a distance with her raised hands. But he ignored her, moving forward with confidence and determination. She was so pretty, and appeared out of nowhere a few minutes ago, claiming that she was some Marco, some guy and his friend whom he had never even heard of in his life.

"Doll, you're the only one wrong here," Dario replied, his hands quickly going to her chest, cupping and squeezing her tits.

"Hey, stop!" the girl screamed, slapping him and then trying to push him away, but to no avail. She was so fragile and petite, it was obvious she wouldn't stand a chance against him. And her weak attempt to slap him and push him back only made him want her even more, his cock hardening rapidly in his jeans.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you! Why the hell are you resisting then?! I thought you wanted a good fucking, not a fight!" He growled, grabbing her arms and holding them firmly above her head, her body pressing against the shelf behind her.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You're nuts!" she gasped, trying to pull her arms away, her eyes wide with shock. "I said that I found a note on the table after I woke up today like some chick and that the note said that I could get my own body back if I had sex with someone as much of an jerk as I was when I was a dude! But there was no fucking mention of you or anyone else!"

"Doll, I don't give a shit about whatever nonsense you're babbling," he sneered and, without letting go of her arms, lowered his lips to hers.

"No, wait!" the girl gasped, pulling her head away. But the moment her mouth opened, he slipped his tongue in, and she unexpectedly for herself started responding, kissing him back.

"Mmf... no, please..." she moaned, but she didn't sound like she wanted him to stop. Her nipples hardened under her dress and her body began trembling in his arms.

...

Looking into her magic ball, Monica, Marco's ex-girlfriend who cursed him, was smiling with satisfaction. "Good slut, and this is just the beginning. Soon, you'll be nothing but a horny slut who begging cock" she chuckled and then waved her hand over the crystal, causing the image to fade.

"But don't think that you'll get off so easily, I'll remind you of who you were and what you did to me, fucking pig" she hissed, clenching her fists.