Maybe not even fucking, but maybe I just have you sat on my lap. Legs wide open, skirt hiked up around your hips. You’re reading a book that I want you to recite passages from. I slowly rub my fingers around your clit and you’re getting wetter and wetter. I’ve got my chin on your shoulder and I can feel how fast your heart is beating against my chest. You begin stumbling and stuttering over your words, but I whisper in your hear not to cum before you finish the page or else some gentle clit-rubbing is all you’re gonna get for tonight.
