“Then what?” he asks, stroking himself while I play between my legs. My breathing has turned into a slow pant as my orgasm starts to build. I could just watch him work his impressive length all day, but I know what’s coming, and I want it. “Then, you would fuck me.” “How?” he asks, his own voice growing thick. “Hard,” I answer, high-pitched and on the edge. Quickly he snatches away my hand before I can finish myself off. “That’s my job.”
