Punishment.
In the back of my mind I knew I was going to get punished. After talking, Hal and I ended up cuddling on his large sofa and watching an episode of Chopped on food network.
We were halfway through the episode when I stopped sitting still. I placed my hand on his thigh, fingers trailing up his leg but I get no response. I nosed at his neck, my body pressed right against his but I get no response, not even a twitch.
I let my hand rest on his upper thigh and pout. Not fair. Deciding to take matters into my hand, I lift myself up and straddle his thighs, my hands pressed flat against his chest. I smiled in victory when Hal finally looked at me, his c**k filling up underneath my a*s.
"H..."
"Darling..." he said with a raised brow and I grind down against him. It's not fair. Earl
