I can make this work, I decide. Sure, she’s angry now, but I can charm her. And then when she’s charmed, maybe she’ll straddle me and take her pleasure like I’m a tool to be used. Keffing noli. I like that idea way too much. She scowls down at me. “Why were you on my porch?” “Because I don’t have anywhere else to go.” I desperately want to jerk my hips and see if I can get the tip of my cock to touch her boot, but she hasn’t given me permission for that sort of thing.
