A few seconds pass, but nada. Not even a twitch. My dick is dead right now. He's completely flaccid, not even paying attention.
When I crave something intense, I usually tamper it down with rough sex and that takes care of it. Tonight, though, I already got my share of violence. The evidence around the corner has already been wiped clean, but the effects from it still linger at the tips of my fingers.
Sex doesn't do it for me at the moment. I'm going to let her down easily because I'm a nice guy. Sort of.
I give her a lazy smirk and she takes it as me agreeing with her because she grabs my hand and guides it between her legs, begging, "Please, Gi—"
"Cindy, I'd love to, but—"
"My name is Tina." She slowly releases my hand, her brows knitting, clearly offended.
