You watch him struggle

He does his best listing off touching, confidence, strip teasing, and lap-dance. “Alright and which do you think was the most effective?” He thinks for a second and you steal a glance at his chub. “Well I’d have to say, touching.” You lean in drawing your fingers up the sides of his neck and tilting his head back you pass your lips over his so that only the breeze of your passage touches him. Drawing back you beam at him “Do you really think she even needed to touch him to make him cum?” He looks unsure of himself. “Would you like to try again?” He thinks longer this time before answering “Strip tease?”

“But Billy, she didn’t have to take a single thing off to enrapture him. Let me show you.” You get up and take a seat behind him, you start to describe how you like to pleasure yourself. The thrill you get from drawing your nails up your sides. The symphony of sensations as you slide your fingers and nails lightly over your breasts slowly circling in towards your nipples. The twinge of pleasure as you finally touch them, lightly at first then harder and harder until you’re pinching and flicking the pink little pearls. Then your hands trace your soft curves traveling down your body… and you blow gently on the nape of Billy’s neck. You see a shiver run from his head to his toes.

You stroll back around and sit in front of him once more. Now you sting his ego “Billy, I’m a little disappointed in you. Two wrong answers in a row? Maybe I was wrong about you…” You watch him deflate under your authoritarian gaze, he would be on the defensive now trying to prove himself and impress you. “It was her confidence!” You sigh and frown at him as you shake your head. “She didn’t need to be confident in the least to seduce him, did you see her ordering him around?” He had no answer to that, but you drive the point home anyway. You address him in your dumb little valley girl voice “Um, Billy… Should I take my bra off and let my big titties out? I don’t know. Would you like that?” You cross your arms over your chest cupping your breasts in your hands and shake your head “No! Of course you don’t want to see them.” The look in your eyes when you lift your head as he starts to reassure you let him know that he has been had.