Felicity breaths heavily as she leans against Mike, her legs wobbly and threatening to give out underneath her at any moment. As Mike slowly withdraws his fingers from her, her whole body gives a little shiver.
“Fuck, that was so hot” Mike moans as he rests his hands on her waist. She can feel the wetness on his fingers as he holds her in his rough hands. “Got to admit, it’s left me with a raging hard-on.”
“Oh that’s not good mate” the voice from the sofa sympathises. “If you need any help with it, I’m sure she would oblige.”
“Seriously, like, would she blow me right here? And you wouldn’t mind?” There’s a hint of uncertainty in Mike’s voice, as if even after what has happened, this would be a step too far.
“Sure. That little slut won’t say no Mike. All you need to do is tell her what you want.” Felicity listens on, knowing she should be shocked and outraged by his words, and yet she knows they are true, right now she would say yes to just about anything. But not for Mike, but to please him, the man who has just called her a slut whilst casually eating pizza.
“Yeah? Like if I said to her to get my dick out and wank it, she’d do it? Or maybe get on her knees and blow me?”
“Well, why don’t you tell her what you want Mike and see.” As he says it, Felicity looks at him on the sofa, and in return he simply smiles back at her, a smile that seems to suggest he is pleased with her so far. It’s a smile that makes her more determined to prove herself to him, show him she can act how he wants her to.
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