"You walked in here reeking of another woman's cunt," she purred, voice dripping venom and lust. "So you get to suffer. I'm going to edge you until you're babbling. Until you're begging me to forgive you for fucking Gabriela instead of coming straight to me. And maybe—if you're good—I'll let you taste how soaked my uniform pants are right now. But only maybe."
She straddled one of my thighs—still fully clothed—grinding her crotch slowly against the muscle.
I could feel the heat, the dampness seeping through the fabric, her clit swollen and pressing hard as she rocked. Her free hand wrapped around my cock—not stroking, just holding—squeezing rhythmically at the base while her thumb circled the head in torturously slow swirls.
