Chapter Six: ControlOnce they're in the living room, he lowers her gingerly onto the floor, leaving her sprawled with her legs pointing in front of her like a discarded toy. He looms in front of her like some sort of vengeful god, all hard muscles and powerful posture. For a second, she has an image of him circling her and looking for the perfect moment to strike. Instead, he sits on the single couch, legs spread open and arms spread wide like he's expecting her to continue now that he's more comfortable.
She can't help but smile a little at how presumptuous he's being, but she suppose he's allowed since she wants to do exactly that. Seated like this, she can stare openly at his c**k. She licks her lips at the sight of the massive manhood between his legs. How does he even fit that in his
