“Hey, James, can you hold that for just a second?” she asked, her voice dripping with a forced sweetness. It simply would not be allowed to happen! James unbuckled his belt with one hand, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pulled out his small, veiny cock. “I was hoping you’d do some more apologizing, bitch,” he sneered, his eyes roving over her hot perfect body. She could feel his body tense, his legs shaking with the effort of holding back his climax. “You’re nothing but a sad little man with a sad little life, and I pity you.” She smirked. His touch was like a slap in the face, a declaration of his victory. She could taste the stale coffee and some cinnamon on his breath, and she had to fight the urge to gag. A tight crop top that left her toned midriff bare, and a pair of yoga pants that made her ass look like it was sculpted by the gods themselves.
