You’re staring

Sitting beside Mr. Smith in your current state is difficult. You try to distract yourself but you keep looking over at him, gazing at his chiseled jaw, his powerful arms… the thick bulge hiding in his pants.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your heart skips a beat and you flush with embarrassment.

“No, I…”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind a hot piece of meat eye-fucking me every now and then, it’s nice to know I’ve still got it.”

“Oh. Um. Y-you’re… welcome?”

He puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing.

“I know I am, baby. I’ve been thinking about how great your pussy smells all day.”