Working for the next part.

Clicking my tongue, I shook my head. "Mandy, Mandy, Mandy," I chided condesendingly. "Men have something called "refraction time". Once we orgasm, there's a small period of time before we can go again." Mandy grit her teeth, obviously aware of this fact and upset I was treating her like a child.

Tapping my chin, I smiled. "Of course, you can help me out by doing something to arouse me," I mused. Nodding, Mandy climbed back off me. "Right...okay...how do I do that?" she asked, wanting more. Smirking, I leaned back and put my hands behind the back of my head. I wasn't going to tell her anything. I wanted her to figure it out herself.

Seeing this, Mandy clenched her fists. "You are such a fucking bastard," she mumbled, frowning. Snapping her fingers, Mandy leaned forward, resting her hands on the armrests. Doing so allowed the t-shirt to droop, showing her cleavage.

"John...don't you want me?" she cooed in her sweetest voice. I was surprised she could do a voice like that at all. "Don't you want to feel my soft skin against you?" She reached out and ran her hand along my chest. "I need you so much...you make me so hot and wet...you know how much I want you..." Moving in, she kissed me. "I'm yours...just reach out...and take me."

Not bad at all...