They couldn’t even make it inside. He could see how badly she needed it. He made her sit and beg for it like a sweet girl. He made her thank him for being so, so generous when he finally stroked that aching, needy pussy through her panties.
He teased. “Does that make you feel good, pet?” He asked it over her moans, her desperate, tremulous “thank you, sir"s, her ragged breaths. "Does somebody need to cum?” He wondered as she bucked against his hand.
With that, he lifted his hand and made her thank him for the attention, leaving her on the shivering brink. He’d teach her manners, no matter how many times he would have to deny her.