Real talk

She found him on the couch, already waiting like he was supposed to.

“Did you take your girly vitamins?” she asked, voice soft but firm.

He nodded quickly. “Yes.”

A slow smile spread across her lips. “Good boy.”

She didn’t sit down right away. Instead she started moving in front of him, hips swaying just enough to pull his eyes. Her thin dress clung to her body as she turned, letting him watch the way her ass shifted with every step. She ran her hands slowly up her sides, over her breasts, then down again, fingertips grazing her thighs.

“You’ve been so well-behaved lately,” she murmured, stepping closer. “Taking your vitamins every day… keeping that little thing soft and useless for me.” Her voice dropped into something warmer, almost affectionate. “It makes me want to reward you.”

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him without fully settling her weight. Her pussy hovered just above the front of his pants as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, letting him feel the heat of her through the fabric. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“You look so pretty when you’re soft,” she whispered. “My sweet little whiteboi… sitting there all quiet while real men take what’s theirs.” One hand slid down between them, cupping him lightly through his clothes. “This is where you belong. Soft. Small. Obedient.”

She kept grinding against him, breath warm against his neck, occasionally letting out soft little sounds like she was already getting worked up. Her free hand played with the hem of her dress, lifting it higher, showing him more skin, then letting it drop again. Every movement was calculated to wind him up.

After a few long minutes she suddenly stopped and leaned back, eyes sharp.

“I better not see that clitty swollen,” she said, voice still sweet but edged with warning. Her fingers pressed a little firmer against him. “Not even a little. If I feel it getting hard… if I see it trying to act like it matters…” She tilted her head, smiling. “There will be consequences. And you know I don’t like repeating myself.”

She stayed right there on his lap, warm and heavy, waiting to see if he would stay soft for her… or if he was about to earn whatever punishment she had in mind.