John stood on his knees and flipped Stephanie on her back. Stephanie allowed herself to be manhandled, her eyes widened with surprise and anticipation.
"You're very impatient, John," she whispered.
"I can't wait anymore," he answered.
"I know, but you're being rude," she retorted.
"Maybe. But I have a feeling you like it," John answered.
"Hmmm, I don't know," she teased, feigning disinterest.
"Then, maybe I should just leave," John said, getting up.
"No," Stephanie whined, reaching for his arm, her eyes wide.
"What's the matter, Stephanie?" John asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"I want you. I need you," she replied, her voice hoarse with desire.
"That's nice, but you can't hog all the fun now, can you? Come here, Dalia."
