David Doesn't Reciprocate

After the sound of running water ends, Carrie saunters back into the room. She takes a seat close to him. Her intentions are evident from her posture. Her bust is pressed to David's side and her legs spread slightly. You strain to see if there's a dark patch on her jeans, but can't from your angle.

"Did you like your meal, David?" She coos.

"Yeah it was okay." His answer comes out in a grunt. He barely even looks at her.

The frown is evident on her face. Her legs part slightly more. To the point where she almost seems to be directing to her crotch.

"You know, if you liked it there is something you can do for me..."

There comes a pause. Her hinting seems to not be getting through his dense exterior.

"I've been feeling so pent up lately. If only there was something I could do about it." She brushes her lips against his ear.

"I-"

Her next provocation is ended before it can even begin. He turns to her, meeting her dead in the eyes. His stance remains stiff and guarded.

"I told you not to cum, right?"

She forces a smile and brushes a strand of hair from her shoulder.

"Well yes, but-"

"Did you follow my instructions.?

"Why do you think I'm feeling so pent up, David?" She practically purrs into his ear. Her hips rise, pressing against him.

But, David is having none of it. He abruptly stands up, leaving Carrie half-humping the air for a split second. Her eyes widen.

"Then close your legs, slut. When I want you to get off, you'll know."

Without a further word, he storms off back to his room. Carrie is left on the coach sputtering frantically. Whatever David was doing, it didn't seem like she was going to seduce him out of it.

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