I told you not to distract me while I was working. I warned you what would happen if you kept rubbing against my leg like a needy little pet, begging for attention. You chose to be a bad girl. So now you can entertain me instead.
Your boot-humping will be so much more fun once I peel your panties down, work this ginger paste all over your pussy, and tug them back up. There. Now you can get to work.
At first, it'll just be a low, tingling warmth. Give it a minute. Then the real heat will begin to bloom—a deep, searing intensity, until your whole needy cunt is on fire.
The more you grind, the deeper it burns. Stings right on your clit. Makes you a hot, throbbing mess. Makes you more and more desperate.
Come on. Put on a little show for me. I want to hear every single one of these pathetic little whimpers. Grind harder.
