Slowly, deliberately, Athena rose from her chair and stepped around the table. She didn't hesitate as she sat on his lap, pressing her body against his.
"I don't mind paying you in any way you’d like," she whispered, rolling her hips against him. She was wearing a skirt with no panties, she opened her buttons revealing her pointed breasts, then she stood up a bit and put his d**k into her p***y. She started moving up and down. She started slowly then increased her speed.
He said nothing, but his body betrayed him—his muscles tensing beneath her touch.
She smirked, pleased, and continued. He let her do all the work, his hands remaining at his sides, never touching her more than necessary.
The way he just sat there, indifferent yet still reacting—it infuriated her, but it also thrilled
