I groaned softly at the feel of her ass on my thighs and wrapped my hands around her waist. "W-What do you think you're doing, Ponyo?"
She laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing, Richard? I want to sit here. On your thighs."
"You can't. It's... it's not — "
"I don't care what it's not. I want to sit here, and I'll do it anyway."
"Tell me the truth, Elena. How much did you drink today? You don't sound like yourself."
She moved, pulling herself closer and I gritted my teeth, blood rushing to my c**k and making it even harder. She was sitting right on top of it, wiggling that arse right on top of it, and though I was trying my hardest not to, the thing I wanted most was to rip her panties off, drag down my sweatpants and f**k her real good.
Disappointing? I knew. But this was probab
