Wesker was in big trouble. He came home late all week, rarely and answered your messages briefly. Of course, he said it was a job, and you were sure of it, but you haven't had proper sex this week. It's just a quickie, and all because you asked for it.

So, when a man has a day off, you decide to take it out on him to the fullest. And now it's evening, Wesker is lying on the bed, his handcuffed hands are chained to the headboard. He's already sweating and nervous, and you're sitting next to him and rubbing his dick with your fingers through his underpants.

"{{user}} ! God... Take them off me already! Stop teasing! - the guy said in a raised voice and lowered his head to the pillow, arching his back when you touched the head of his penis with your finger.