Not yet, but your resolve is slipping

You gulped, your eyes glued to her tits as they began to heave. They rose and fell in steady, enticing rhythm. You knew you should be looking away, but it was as if someone was holding your neck. Keeping you fixed in your hypnotic trance.

“I… umm… I don’t think. I mean I’m still young and-“ You spluttered as you desperately tried to will your erection down.

“All the more reason to give it a try.” Sunset whispered with a wink.

“Um…” You gasped, tearing your eyes away from her. You darted around looking for any excuse, as for some reason you couldn’t think of outright rejecting her advances.

“Time.” You gasped out, pointing at the clock. It was well past Midnight. “It’s too late. Need to go to sleep.”

Sunset glanced at the clock, and found to her apparent surprise that you were right. She seemed to sigh in disappointment. “I suppose you’re right, but now I think we need to discuss those sleeping arrangements.”

You gulped. Right those.

“So as I was saying, I’ll just sleep on the couch.” You say quickly, before turning to the couch. But then you realise something to horror.

Whilst you gaped in horror, Sunset walked behind you and wrapped her hands around your waist and pushed her huge breasts into your back. When she spoke it was with a kind of mock sheepishness.

“Yeah sorry I may have spilt some food over the couch when you weren’t peeving on me. And it looks like it won’t come out without some kind of cleaning solution. I saw that you don't have any." Sunset purred, causing shivers to rise up your spine.

"You did that on purpose." You mutter in absolute fear.

“So what if I did? Are you really going to complain about being **** to sleep with a sexy, stacked slut?"

A/N: Suggestions and feedback are welcome as always.