“Hey, hey.. calm down. I’m right here.”

Abby snickers as her large hands settle over your hips, stilling the needing motion your forcing upon her thigh. She tsks at you once you whine, left palm sliding around to give your rump a firm pat. A quiet command to quit it.

You really don’t want to get on her bad side, not right now. Not when you’re this pent-up. A thick brow is raised at flustered face, waiting for the compliance you so happily give in to.

“..yeah, that’s right. Good girl.” she praises, pulling you closer with a slow drag that borders on agonizing. Should she really be teasing you whilst you’re in this state?

Definitely not.