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—When you decide to do something that bothers me or you are so stubborn to the point of exasperating me, you are going to stay in that position, while you will see me get rid of my damn anger from afar, because after drinking you are going to want me to touch you all the time and only you "You're going to decide what you want." He sits on the couch. To be touched or admired from afar.
He puts his hands against the arms of the chair and analyzes me from his position.
—Take off your panties,principessa.
—Are you going to leave me open for you?
—Yes, while you watch me jerk off whatever I want and you will see how I cum in my hand without needing to touch you, with you I only need to see you.
—In the end I want to play.
—It is not negotiable, not today, not tomorrow until the rest and all your wounds are almost finished healing.
—Well, you want to leave me wanting, okay.
I run my fingers through the elastic of my panties, slowly remove them and moving his fingers he signals for me to throw them to him. I do, he catches them and holds them in his hand trying to watch my every move.
—Open your legs, Emily.
I do it by sliding my feet along the softness of the fabric that covers the mattress, I end up spreading my legs with my pussy exposed and his lascivious gaze hits that area that is already beginning to gain temperature. He takes his member out of his boxers, leaving it on display.
I gaze at the pink crown, its thick stem covered in veins that swell with blood as it begins to pump, pulling the panties around its entire shaft.
—When you do something that is out of my conditions, you are going to open your legs for me, you are going to admire me masturbating looking at that pussy that is mine —he warns—. And I'm not going to stop until the fucking anger goes away, and there's nothing for you until I decide.
-Nothing at all?
—Nothing, not a damn kiss, Emily.
—Well, I think that's more punishment for you than for me.
I mock without letting my guard down. He moves his hand skillfully against his member, my panties surrounding him at all times and that thickness is what begins to tempt me. My sex becomes moist, I open my folds for him, making him go faster.
He growls, bites his lips trying to resist, I see his cock, I detail it and I imagine how good it will feel when I take him completely, making him mine.
—Don't touch yourself, nothing at all, remember that.
—Can we skip the example of what's going to happen when I make you angry?
—No, your health matters more to me.
I resist jumping out of bed so I can stick him inside me, my head is really crying out to shorten the distance. I see him move his hand, over and over again, a swing that is soft and at the same time rough against its own hardness. I'm about to touch my clit using my middle finger, but the simple warning on his shit tells me to move my fingers away from my vulva.
—I'm going to cum as many times as necessary until I finish and allow you to free yourself, even then there will be nothing for you.
—What if I manage to tempt you?
—You're going to end up destroyed on our bed,principessa.
He stops talking because the orgasm is approaching, it's going faster and the thick liquid desperately comes out of the tip of his penis. He covers my panties with semen, he doesn't stop until he lets his member rest against his bruised abdomen.
"Fuck, your panties will stay like this all the damn time."
—You're going to have to buy me more, I'm not going to go with dirty panties.
—I buy the store from you, I put your name on it and the matter is resolved.
—Come on, come and touch me.
