"Are you shy?" she amorously asked.
"S-shy? No! I would love to do it too, but not when you're drunk. You might kill me in the morning! Or maybe not remember this shit at all!" Jerrod tried to argue, but he felt an electrifying sensation when Larissa moved her hand again. "Ugh! L-Larissa! You're not doing it right!"
It's pretty obvious that Larissa had never done this before, as her clumsy hands were both giving him pain and pleasure.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the heat was making his breath become deeper. He tries to move Larissa off of him, but when he tries to, he is the one suffering from Larissa's grip.
"Ugh… hngh.. ah.. Hnngh.. L-larissa."
He clenched his fist in the air, as he didn't know what to do anymore.
"Aaah!" he moaned loudly, as soon as he felt good about it, and he was almost at his peak when Larissa suddenly stopped. His eyes looked down at Larissa's hand, which was still holding him like a joystick.
