Steele throws himself back into standing position. He cannot allow it, he has to be stronger than that. If Wren can’t control herself, then he has to be the control, no matter how much he liked it.
Steele looks down at the girl, her pitch black hair is splayed out on he beige linoleum floor, her white shirt is unbutton revealing the bare mound of her breasts covered by a basic white bra, her skirt is off, revealing a pair of basic white underpants, a pile of gray tartan off to the side, a pair of white knee high socks are the only thing covering her attractive figure. Her skin glimmers with the sheen of sweat. She can't stop moving like a ball of energy but is unable to actually do anything.
Her fingers run over her body in a seductive dance. Steele has to forcibly hit himself to keep h
