“You still on that? Guess I haven’t punished you enough.” “Fuck you.” “Oh, baby. You know that foul little mouth gets me hard.” I expect her to throw out one of her tasteless prude comments, but all expressions vanish from her face as she leans over, levels her face with mine, and whispers, “Then stay hard.” And then she swiftly pulls her hand away and walks to the door of her dorm with a seductive sway to her hips. Did she just do that?
