"I have never hated someone so much in my life," you said raising your voice to the male in front of you.

Said male kissed you hard and started undoing the button of your jeans.

"Shut your whore mouth, you know you're in love with me."

"How could I ever love someone like you?"

Cartman scoffed as your panties hit the ground, "Why do you keep coming back for more then? Wouldn't anyone do?"

You had to admit that Cartman was right. You remembered how fat he was when he was younger but that fat sort of distributed when his height shot up to 6'2. Now he was on the South Park High's football team and he had more muscles than he did fat and he definitely was not bad looking.

You sat on the edge of Cartman's bed and stripped yourself of your shirt and bra so you were completely naked and on display for him to see.

Cartman chuckled a little at the sexy pout on your face and dropped to his knees.

His big hands ran up and down the inside of your thighs causing you to shiver, "N-No teasing."

You had never once thought that Cartman would be so good at giving you oral satisfaction. He knew how to eat that was for sure.

You gasped as he started to swirl his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves before licking your slit up and down.

You hummed as you desperately clutched at Cartman's head to hold him to her as he continued his feasting between your thighs.

He thrust his tongue into you; over and over, in and out, and then back up to tease your clit. He always ate you like a man starving, satisfying his hunger.

"Cartman…" you gasped. You arched beneath him, lifting yourself closer to him.

He smiled against you as he took your clit between his lips and pressed two long fingers inside you. At your sharp intake of breath, Cartman began to move his fingers in and out of your slick warmth.

As you felt the warmth inside your stomach build in an instant it was gone. Your eyes shot open and you noticed Cartman was staring at you.

"W-Why'd you stop?" You were out of breath, confused, and dazed all at the same time.

"Go out with me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I said go out with me," he repeated.

You bit your lip and shook your head, "You can't be serious."

"Then I'm not gonna continue," Cartman stood up and you panicked.

You quickly got to your knees and grabbed his hand, "I-I guess it wouldn't be a big deal if we went out, but you can't call me bitch or whore anymore."

"Deal," Cartman said turning to face you, "Now lie back down and spread your legs."