"You want me to fuck this weeping slit love?" He growls, his fingers dancing all around my sex without going in. With a frustrated wiggle of my hips, he chuckles at my predicament. Then he had the nerve to slide me off his lap, seating me beside him on the large white couch. With his long strong arms draped along the edge behind his head, he says, "If you want this cock Granger, come and fucking get it. Use your dick how you want it."