She tries to interest him

"You're insatiable," Frank chuckled. "I suppose you heard. Or did you sneak in and watch too?"

"Both...she was so...so loud...and I watched you fuck her ass...made her howl..."

"You do some pretty good howling yourself when you get going."

"Mmmm...but I don't hear that...am I as loud...as loud as that girl?"

"You're in the same ballpark. So you got excited all over again? What makes you think I have the energy to fuck you? Or that I'm even interested?"

She looked crestfallen, her disappointment written clearly on her pretty face. She stroked her hands down her belly and undid the button and zip on her shorts, pulling them open but not pulling them down. Looking at him, her eyes never leaving his, she slowly ran her hands up her body, lifting her flimsy sweater until it just covered her breasts.

He regarded her stonily, making sure his face betrayed no emotion, curious to see what she would do. She posed for a moment, obviously waiting for a reaction, and growing more nervous when one didn't come.

Biting her lip, she pulled the sweater above her cupcake tits, then pushed her shorts further down, exposing her mound. Her face was anxious and needy, desperate for his reaction.

When she saw no reaction, she bit her lip, then looked determined. She pulled the sweater over her head and cast it aside, then pushed her shorts down further to fully expose herself. Lifting her arms above her head, she posed for him, wriggling deliciously.

"Please Frank...please...any hole...any way you want it...please...Oh God Please!"