Teasing and denial Scott Heh
The man yelped a bit, feeling you pull him by the tie. His cheeks flushed red, feeling you climb to his lap, kissing his neck tenderly. He shudderes a bit, grabbing your wrists. "N-No.." he mumbled, sucking at your collarbone. "Y-You d-don't...get that...l-luxury," he breathed, his warm breath and smooth voice sending shivers up your spine. He licked your neck, letting his hands up your shirt, teasing you. He danced around what you really wanted. He had sat you onto the desk, now laying and pinning you, right where he wanted you. He kissed you roughly, his hand gripping the brim of your pants. You were growing hungry, you wanted more. He put a hand in your pants, rubbing you through the remaining fabric, feeling you slip deeper into a lovestruck daze. He slowly pulled away, hands off. "So...catch you at 8?" "F-Fuck, y-you're...s-such a...t-tease," you mumbled, feeling so horny. "Yes, but there are rules," he chuckled, getting up. "Try to survive until then, sweetpea."













