Steve gets a handjob

Steve woke up a half hour before six to give himself plenty of time to write new rules. Really, though, he didn't need the extra time, as he had been thinking of what to write since the previous night.

He walked to the kitchen with his Stylus in hand and wrote the following rules:

1. You must give a hand job to the men in this house.
2. You must show these rules to everyone in the house.

He went back to bed.

When he woke up again, it was to a knock on the door. He went to open it and found Rayya on the other side. It looked like she was dressed to go outside. She was wearing denim shorts that were tight enough for Steve to see her camel toe and a white tank top. She looked incredibly sexy.

Before Steve could ask why she was in his room, she closed the door behind him and told him to sit on the bed. He did so, and he could feel his dick twitch. Rayya sat on the bed beside him, doing nothing to hide her scowl. She reached into his pants and took out his limp dick, which was slowly hardening.

She looked away and began jerking his cock. It was a very formal hand job. No bull shit. It certainly wasn't the best hand job Steve had received, but the novelty of the experience certainly added to his arousal. The thought that Rayya, who hated him so much, was in his room, jacking him off, was exhilarating.

Steve's breath became labored as he felt his orgasm mounting. He wanted to see Rayya's face but she was determined to not look in his direction. Feeling brave, he put a hand on her thigh, and she physically flinched.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She spat.

"S-Sorry. I got carried away."

She let go of Steve's dick and sat up from the bed. "Well, I gave you a hand job, so I'm leaving now."

"Wait. What the fuck? But, I didn't finish."

Rayya arched a brow. "Why the hell would I want your jizz all over my hand, freak? We don't have that kind of relationship."

She left.