"Holy shit..." He said, his eyes staring wildly on the strap on I'm wearing.
He then shakes his head, his face turning sour. "We are so not..." "Yes we are~ this shits expensive... Might as well use it very well." I replied not giving him a chance to decline.
"What!? Are you crazy? I'm not gay..." He said the last sentence lower than a whisper.
I rolled my eyes. "But I'm a girl though... So..." "And that's a dick."
I groaned. "Oh come on! I'm painfully hard right now."
"FUCK YOU! get away from me... I can't believe you spent money on that t-thing..."
"I will be really... Gentle. So... Ple—"
"No. That's final."
My face dropped. "I'm pissed right now."
"So what? I am not letting you use me like that... You're crazy..."
Runs a hand through my hair frustratingly...
"I swear to god Friedchicken..."
"Friedrich... It's Friedrich... I only hired you for me... To fuck you... Not you to fuck me..." He said, his hand gripping the blanket that is covering his body. His hair was messy, his face flushed on his tanned skin, he used to had that sharp manly eyes when I first saw him, now it's softer. The guy has a body of a greek god... Yet... He's looking at me that way... Like he's scared... Or just pouting.
He has no idea what he's doing to me.
"I'll seriously leave you..." I told him, looking directly to his eyes.
"Are you that so hard you're being crazy?" He replied, he scoffed. I smiled without a humor. I lunged at straddling his thighs, both my hand hold his cheek.
"You're really going to lose me fried chicken..." I leans to lick his lips "so..." I pulled away out of him, I saw his eyes widen with panic. "Wai-"
I sat down spreading my legs slightly. "Bounce on it..." I said.
He froze... "Fuck..." I smirked seeing him defeated...
"That's it... goodbo—" "don't even think about saying that..."
