Ask for his help

A dim voice in the back of your mind screams at you to remember the curse and let him leave, but you need to cum sooooo badly you can taste it.

?Steven. Can you help me shave I really wouldn?t want to cut myself. ? You ask with a coy tone.

Steven, his hand on the knob to your bedroom door, goes still and he shivers with forbidden lust. You purposely shift on the bed and you robe gaps open revealing one of your naked breasts topped with an engorged nipple. Steven turns and looks at your revealed charms, shaking his head he tries to clear the fog from his mind.

?Emily, why are you playing with me? I?ve seen what you?ve done to the guys over the years.? Steven asks.