Ask him if he likes anything he sees.

“Do you like anything you see?” You ask suggestively, nonchalantly bringing the banana down and rubbing your slick inner thigh with it, legs akimbo for a moment, your glistening, swollen sex partly obscured by the phallic fruit.

You cock an eyebrow and adroitly roll your shoulder so that it’s slim feminine curve slides artfully from your over large t-shirt collar. Your body is much smaller in this form and the rounded tops of your breasts peak out, the erect buds of your nipples pressing clearly against the fabric scant inches from the top of the collar. You smile impishly.

He slapped your ass and it still smarts and throbs pleasantly- you have no compunctions about giving Kevin an aching case of the blue balls in return for his roughness. You curl your slim legs under you, denying him his view and then lick your juices off the banana, all too innocently shrugging.

You surreptitiously eye the growing bulge in his pants. “Sorry, did you say something?” You bite the end off the banana.