“Oh,” she whimpers, head tipping back as her hips rock forward. My knuckles bend, pressing into her. Teasing her. Easily finding her clit through the fabric. “Is that all? Oh?” I ask, circling now, watching a flush creep up her chest and over her throat. “Yes,” she says, chin dropping back down as she presses her pussy against my hand. I draw it away with a knowing smirk. “Yes, what, Gwen? I’m going to need you to use your words. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here in this plane, but I need to know you want it first.”
YES SIR
