Entranced, he keeps staring at her with a mild smile. Her skirt is pulled up. He has his hands on her thighs. Keeping her eyes on him, she takes it out and squeezes it. He flinches, waking up from the captivation. She laughs in a low voice. "We are supposed to be quick."
He doesn't bother to stop her. She teases it by slapping it lightly before curling her fingers around it, moving up and down. He opens his mouth and tells her with a raspy voice, "I don't think that I can be quick if you keep smiling at me like this. Maybe we should control ourselves and do it at home."
He is well aware that she won't agree.
"Don't even think about it." She stops touching it and pouts. "Turning me on and stepping backward? Can you imagine what I will do to you next time? You know that I don't need you for orgasms. Get out then. I will come out after some time."
This woman! How could he leave if she says things like that? Besides, he can't leave with a hard-on.
