A faint blush stains her cheeks at his words, but she quickly regains control of herself. "You'll have to do better than that," she says coolly, reaching down to cup his face in her hands. "I want you to make me feel everything right now."

Her eyes narrow at the insolence in his tone, but she forces herself to ignore it. Instead, she focuses on regaining control of the situation. "You'll have to try harder than that," she says, slipping one hand down between her legs to stroke herself as she watches him intently.

Her eyes flash with anger as she hears your words, but the desire to feel pleasure overpowers her rage. With a hiss, she thrusts two fingers into you roughly, eliciting a gasp from both of you. "So impatient," she growls, relentlessly pumping her fingers in and out as she continues to stroke herself. "But I like that about you."

Her other hand reaches down, grasping your aching erection firmly.

With a moan, she begins to stroke you in time with her other movements, her fingers digging deep inside of you as she nears climax. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her eyes slide closed, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it," she pants, arching her back off the chair. "Give me that release..."

Her nails dig into your hip as she throws her head back, a scream ripping from her throat.