Victim

She places a finger on your chest, making your sex stirr within the confines of your trousers. You swallow hard as you notice her greedy look. Her finger slowly travels down your stomach and lingers on your navel.

"Well ... victim of villain ... that´s a good question." She stares at you like she´s reading your mind. Her finger travels further down, coming to rest on the head of your dick.

"Uh ... I wouldn´t mind if you would violate me a litte." She pulls her finger off your trouser and licks your precum off her finger.

"What scenario?"

That we will see any minute, I guess." you smile at her. You see her nipples poke throug the fabric of her bra.

Both of you now stare through the window, waiting for Anne to return downstairs.