"Oh I thought you didn't want me to touch you ever again?" She says as she slowly unbuckles his belt
He really didn't want her to touch him. Or maybe he did. Their biweekly romp has been going on so long he doesn't know anymore.
"Well, what can I say?"
He smirks in that way that use to work so often ten years ago, when he was younger and a bit more attractive. She slowly slowly works her way down to her knees, while arching her eyebrow in that knowing way.
"I bet you don't want me touching you righhhhhhhhtt here?"
Flows out of her mouth in a manner that says "I know I am in complete control here" as her hand lands on its mark, slowly working in a gentle circle.
He hates that he loves Tuesdays. He hates that he loves the smell of her hairspray and he hates that he loves her. "That bitch" he thinks to himself.
All that works its way out of his mouth is a pleasurable moan as he feels himself harden. She grins slightly "I see I'm making a friend here. Do you want me to continue?" She asks slyly, she knows he does, but she wants to hear him say it.