"Don't think, Tristan." She replied, speaking with a husky voice in his ear, "I'll make sure to give you lots, and lots, and lots of good things. So be a good boy, alright?"
Scared stiff, Tristan was rendered unable to move, his mind was in disarray and he couldn't think of anything at the moment. With her superb figure on top of him, her ample cleavage, pressing itself against his arms, and her throaty, yet minty breath, letting out soft huffs in his ear, his mind ran in overload.
He knew what she wanted to do, what she wanted to accomplish, but he couldn't do anything about it, not with her coming on him strongly like this.
"R-Rita, p-please think this through. D-Don't do this."
Seeing him squirm uncomfortably under her ministrations, made her have a sense of power, dominance, superiority, over the boy. She couldn't help but find him adorable as he tried to wiggle his way out of her grasp.
