[ Ahhhh, and there it is. The adorably pitiful whine he's been waiting for. For all her whinging of how rude he is, her biting, her pinching, her desires are plain as day now. She might as well be begging for him with how she tenses up, how he can feel her dripping down onto his cock, and especially how she clutches at him so. Vaguely he wonders if her body's outward reaction has any sway over her mind. What with her hands stroking herself so his tongues can messily lap at her nipple and her pussy at once. Maybe someday, he tells himself, he'll make good on his words. He'll find a different vessel to possess, and then? Ohhh, then she'll be nothing more than a quivering mess every single hour of the day before he's finished with her.

But, such are machinations for another time. ]

That bratty attitude of yours sure does disappear when you want something, doesn't it? [ His hand leaves her breast to instead hold up her leg so his lower arm can go free. Not that he does anything helpful with it, however. No, he grasps his upper cock in between his thick fingers, but rather than actually give her any mercy, he lightly taps his cock against her folds. Each little slap is horrendously wet, but the vulgar sound is the finest music to his ears. The slaps only stop as he holds his dick up against her and starts to roll his hips, grinding his shaft against her to tease. ] What are you waiting for then? Grab it and put it in. Or do you expect me to do all the work for you?