Look at you, pretending that you don’t like this, what a little brat. So tell me darling, do you not like when I drag you down and kiss you breathless? But you moan so sweetly darling, and you always lean in for more.
Hmm, what about when I pull you into my lap and kiss marks all along your pretty neck sweetheart? No, are you sure? You always arch into me though, grind against my thigh, you even ask for more in that breathy, hitching voice you pretend isn’t yours.
Oh, well if you’re sure, then I suppose you don’t want me to pin you by the wrists and eat you out? What a shame, really darling, but if you don’t want that, then who am I to push?