You get on the couch.

You lie on the couch, feeling your lycra kissed cock rub against the fabric in a way that sends hot shivers across your body.

"Good girl." Brad straddles your legs leaving your bouncy butt **** to his free hands, and suddenly you feel his much more than average cock stirring against your tights covered ass.

"Hey! What the fuck, dude! Did you take off your pants?!" You manage, almost in a masculine tone to your relief.

"I said I was going to play with it. You were the one who was so eager to agree you didn't ask questions."

His tone carried an accusation with it that deflates your moment of almost manliness. He squeezes what remains of it out of your ass with his strong, skillful hands. You bury your face in the cushions, hoping the breathless whimpers he's forcing out of you won't be heard. Suddenly, you feel cool air on your hot, sweaty ass...

"Hey! I didn't agree to thisssssss" Your words fail you as he slides your generous globes up and down against each other, sending an electric current of confusing sensations up your spine, shorting out your speech center so only lispy stutters leave your lips. "S-s-ssssstoooooop"

"Come on bro, if you let me play like you promised, I won't pick on you all week. But if you break your promise, I'll have to PUNISH you."

His hard, heavy cock is now resting in your exposed asscrack. Do you let him play? Or risk punishment?