Hands.

Her hands felt so good, and that was with the clothes restricting what she could do. And hey, if her pussy and ass were potentially coming later, maybe the same would happen with the other choices too.

“H-hands.” You stammered out.

“Heh, better the devil you know, eh?” she laughed. “Well, say please, bitch boy.”

“Please.” You answered instantly, ****.

“Ha! Good boy~” She was clearly enjoying the control she had. “Hands it is then...” she trailed off, making her way between your legs.

She started by dancing her fingers all over your cock as it slowly started to harden under her touch. As it got more and more erect, she shifted to slow strokes, earning the first moans since she got her hands on you, to which she giggled.

The more you moaned, the faster she would stroke, while her other hand massaged your balls. As she got faster and faster, you couldn’t help but hump back into her hand.

“Hehehe, that needy, are you?” she teased before stroking you as fast as she could.

The noises you made next were a mixture of whimpers and moans as she got you closer to the brink. Hands running through your hair, head rolling back as you’re just...about...to...

...

Then nothing.

You whine, before looking towards your cock and saw Summer with her hands behind her back, just watching your cock twitch, before she noticed you looking at her.

“What?” she said rather matter-of-factly. “You didn’t say please.”

You groaned, before inevitably giving her what she wanted, starting to plead with her. “Please, Summer.”

“Yeah, like that!” she smiled. “But now, we have to wait. That please was too late for that time.”

“Oh, how mean.” Clara chimed in, a reminder that she was watching, as if you needed one. “I like eet.”

“I learned from the best.” Summer turned to her with that smile still on her face, blowing her a kiss as she turned back to you. “Ah, there we go.” She said, looking at your semi-erect cock. “Not quite back to the beginning but we can go from here.”

And with that, her hands were back between your legs. No teasing with her fingers this time, straight to stroking. And straight to moaning. After the build up last time, it didn’t take much.

Her hands got faster and faster and before long, you were approaching the brink.

“Please, Summer, please!” you began to plead. “Please let me cum.”

“Once more, with feeling, John!” she shouted, clearly delighting in the tease.

Any other time and that would’ve been the catalyst for you to fight back, but right here, right now, she had you **** enough that you followed her command.

“PLEASE, Summer, LET ME CUM!” you yelled, begging.

“Hmmm...” she slowed her hands, as you got closer and closer to the brink.

“Please!” you whimpered.

“Ohhhhhhh, okay.” she said cheerily, before her voice turned more seductive and she sped up her hands again, soon moving as fast as they could. “Cum for me, you dirty, little slut. Submit. Surrender.”

A few fast strokes more and you willingly obliged, the second climax even stronger than the first, sending cum skyward, and Summer cupped her hands to catch as much as she could.

Once it had stopped flowing, she happily drunk what she had managed to gather.

“MMMMMmmmm, even tastier than before!”