The teeth of my zipper bite into my bulging erection, making my laugh sound more like a groan. "I've never danced in my life, Harriet. I have no idea how."
"If you ask me nicely, I'll teach you."
And then she's coming closer. Walking her fingers along the surface of the island, slowly cutting a path in my direction. "What...right now?"
She shrugs a delicate shoulder. "Now is as good a time as any."
That's what she thinks.
My d**k is currently harder than steel. There will be no hiding it.
"I-I don't think that's necessary, Harriet, but thank you." I start to back away, but then she's in front of me—and I can't move. I can't function, because she's so f*****g beautiful up close that my windpipe closes. Oh my God. Does she even have pores? Why isn't she acting in movies? More than her
