"Do you want me to stop?" he asks softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own pleasure. "Or do you want to... help me?" He glances at your crotch, noticing how wet your panties have become from watching him.

As you climb onto the bed, he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, holding them in place with an iron grip. You moan softly, feeling helpless and excited as he continues to masturbate with your dirty clothes. His gaze never leaves your face, as if daring you to deny him further.

"I knew you wanted this," he whispers into your ear, "and now you're going to give it to me."