Attacks for the remote

“What did you fucking say Justin?” She says, standing up and walking over you now.

Inside you might be slightly scared, but you keep it up. “You heard me, you are a prissy bitch. Now move, I can’t see my show.”

She reaches to snatch the remote from you, but you pull it away. This leads to her trying to climb over you to get it, and you keeping her away with your free hand and legs. After some scrambling, you have your legs wrapped around her hips, when she in her attempt to grab it grinds against you ass, causing a slutty moan from you. You both freeze, her not sure if that really happened, and you turning beat red in embarrassment.

“What the fuck was that?” She asks, first in genuine shock, then again with an evil smile as it dawns on her.

“Nothing, just get off aahhhhhg” she thrusts again, timing it for your moan at the end of your sentence.

“Whose a prissy bitch? Or I guess it’s a sissy bitch, considering you like your ass ground on?”

“Noooo...” you weakly try to push her off again, this time she isn’t going for the remote, but pinning you down, both your hands above your head, her face inches from yours.

“I’ll let you up when you admit it. Admit you are a sissy Slut!”