~~PEYTON~~
This is tricky. Very different from what I'm used to. Though I rode on his d**k back in his living room, this feels more like a mission where the stakes are dangerously high.
Ah, screw this. It's not that hard. All I have to do is make his d**k stand to the ceiling, and I'll be fine.
I walk over to the chair in front of him. I don’t sit. I lean my hands on the back, widening my legs a few inches from his knees, letting my fingers trail along the top of the chair as I keep my eyes on him. His pupils dilate, just a fraction.
I bend my knees slightly, slowly, until my dress pools around me on the floor, leaving me in just my bra. I straighten up, arching my back a little, making sure he gets a good look. The muscles in his jaw tighten.
Nah, he's not even close. It can't be tha
