To die of pleasure"Céline, please," he begged. She still ignored him, showing him what those hands promised once she got them on his body. The sight of her in her panties alone was making him go crazy, then what she was doing was enough to take away the little sanity he had left. He would not sit and let her torture him, so he stood up and went over to her.
"Céline, stop." He said, raising his voice and grabbing her two hands and holding them above him.
"What should I stop doing- this?" She asked, releasing her right hand from his and using it to grab his c**k.
He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at her hand.
She was working it, just the way he rubbed her breast through her bra when it was still on a few minutes ago. Her hand was fulfilling one of its promises.
He moaned he
