Frank was tired. He worked hard all week, he was in need of some good relaxation, and his favorite girl had snagged some edibles.

He had you in a pretty mess, high out of your mind and clinging to his chest, laying with your head over his heart as you twitched, slowly grinding into his thigh as it if was instinct. He still was in his jeans as you both laid on the couch watching tv, fully clothed while you were just in your panties. You had taken off your clothes a while ago, claiming to be too hot, but you just wanted this.

Your wet pussy lazily rubbed against his thigh, small whimpers leaving you every now and again. He acted like he didnt care, but his dick said otherwise. He was shifting around on the couch, hanging onto a string of restraint as he slowed you over and over, keeping you in a desperate high state with his hand in your hair.

You were speeding up quicker and quicker after every time he slowed you, but you didn't disobey. He would grab your hair in his fist, pulling while sternly muttering "slow down," and staring at the tv. He didnt give you any attention. No praise. No kisses. Just that desperation building up inside you.

Eventually, he cracked. He slowly unzipped his pants, shimmying them down his thighs and pulling his dripping cock out of his boxers. You stared silently, glossy red eyes locked onto the thick shaft, the precum slowly rolling down and gathering at the base. He stayed quiet, but he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his dick.

"You know what to do, dont you sugar?"

You nodded, slowly stroking his cock while still grinding into his leg, matching your hips pace to your hand. Your face was on fire as you worked your fist up and down, burying your face in his shirt. He yanked your head back with a gasp, finally looking at you.

"Look at me. Your so fucking pretty, i wanna see this."

You nodded, your mouth hanging open as he slowly trailed his hand off your scalp, down the back of your neck and around your torso to take your breast in his hand. He slowly rubbed over your nipple, a soft groan trailing out his throat as your hand tensed.

"Speed up, be a cute lil whore for me"

You didnt hesitate, aggressively grinding into him with your pussy slipping easily on your soaked panties. Your mouth hung open as soft gasps left your throat. Frank smirked as he twitched in your hand, swearing under his breath as he jerked his hips into you. Your head was empty and light as you moaned pathetically, a small trail of drool beginning to slip down your chin.

"Dr-drooling huh? Pretty fuckin' mutt," he growled, slapping your breast lightly, just enough to coax out a yelp.

"Thats a good girl..." he muttered, his breathing quickening as your moans got more shaky, your clit finally hitting the ridge of his pocket and rubbing the sensitive bud just right. You whimpered as you fought to keep your eyes on him, panting as he grabbed your waist with desperate hands.

"Atta girl, c-cmon," he panted, your hand pumping just as desperately as you were grinding as his cock twitched and squirted all over your hand as frank groaned, his head rolling back as you quickly ground into his thigh, the heat alone sending you into a spasm filled orgasm, your body shaking and slumping into franks chest as you panted, fully braindead as you both laid in hot silence.

"Wh...what a good girl.... shit..."