Practicing my aim.
He teased her between strokes, running his finger over her pussy slit, tapping her clit with it.
"Please," she whimpered, tears streaking her cheeks, "please let me come."
"Hmm, that’s certainly a thought. But what are you going to do for me in return?"
"I’ll, I’ll, let you fuck me," she gasped.
"You’ll let me fuck you? I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here, I own this pussy," he drew back his hand, "remember?"