But just looking at him there stroking himself...

I can't contain myself. My cunt is sopping wet and on fire. I practically leap on top of Jack. He's sitting in the arm chair, so I can easily straddle him.

I expect him to catch me, and kiss me, and take me or something. He just laughs.

I'm determined. I kiss his neck and pull his tee shirt over his head. I run my fingers over his chest and grind my hips. His cock isn't softening anymore.

Jack isn't laughing now. He's groaning lightly. His hand goes to my head. He pulls me back, smiles and shakes his head.

Now I'm getting pissed.

"No. No!" He laughs again.