𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

So now you slide your wet and ruined panties, snapping the fabric between your fingers so it shoots right into Qifrey's face. She startles when your panties land in her cheek and looks at you with your panties fisted in her hand.

"Did you just throw your panties to my face?" she says, trying to sound calm but she's definitely tired of your bratiness.

You just smile, getting on your knees fully naked, nodding fast. "Yup."

Qifrey's eyes narrowed, exhaustion and heat cracking through her calm. She stood up slowly from her desk, the chair scraping back as she tossed your ruined panties onto the floor.

"You've been such a brat all night," she muttered. "I told you I needed to finish this. But no, you just can't help yourself, can you?"

You grinned up at her from the bed, still on your knees, but she didn't smile back. Instead, she walked over to the drawer where you both kept your toys, pulling out her biggest strap-on. The thick glass gleamed under the lamp light and your stomach flipped with anticipation. Qifrey strapped it on without another word, adjusting the harness around her hips while you watched, biting your lip.

"Get on all fours," she said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

You scrambled to obey, heart racing as you arched your back and presented yourself to her. She climbed up behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided the fat head of the strap right against your slick entrance. She didn't tease or warm you up this time, you did it all by yourself, actually you were so wet already that it was embarrassing. She pushed in deep in one smooth thrust, filling you up so completely that you gasped and clutched at the sheets.

"Fuuuuck, Qifrey baby…" you whimpered, pushing back against her already.

Her hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room along with your needy moans. The strap stretched you perfectly, hitting that spot inside you with every rough stroke. You were babbling in no time, whining her name like a prayer, your body trembling as pleasure built fast and hot. "Please, don't stop nghh ah! I'm so close, baby, please so so close…"

Qifrey's hand slid up your back, pressing you down harder into the mattress. She fucked you through it relentlessly, until your thighs shook and you were right there on the edge, a whiny mess ready to fall apart. Your walls clenched around the thick toy, chasing that peak.

Then she stopped. Just like that.

She pulled out slowly, leaving you empty and throbbing, a broken sound escaping your throat as you tried to chase her. "Qifrey! Nooo, come back…"

But she was already stepping off the bed, wiping the strap casually before tucking it away. Her breathing was a little heavy, cheeks flushed, but she sat back down at her desk like nothing happened.

"That's what you get for not letting me work in peace," she said, picking up her pen again. The papers waited for her and she focused on them with stubborn determination, even though you could see the way her thighs pressed together under the table.

You collapsed onto your stomach, still panting and desperate, your body aching for the release she had stolen. "You're so mean," you whined into the pillow, but there was a smile tugging at your lips too, because now you get more time to bother her.