Lance was your adorable and cutie boyfriend. As you were working, Lance wanted attention. He tried to whine or even distract you. He had enough so he turned the chair infront of him and spoke.

“How many fingers?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I said how many fingers?!” He slammed those fingers inside of you.

“T-..two.. T-three-..”

“Good girl.” He giggled cutely.