Seiji, pretending to be unaffected by Felicia's words, feigned disinterest. "Well,then maybe you should just go home." He crossed his arms, his expression indifferent. "I'm not really in the mood myself."
Felicia, her eyes flashing with hurt and frustration, pointed at his penis, which was still standing tall and proud. "Then why is this still hard?" she challenged, her voice laced with accusation.
Seiji, his smirk unwavering, replied with a shrug. "It's always been that way. I can't help it." He gave her a playful wink. "Now, go on,im tired, and i want to sleep."
Felicia, her eyes welling up with tears, turned away from him and bent over to pick up her dress, her movements slow and reluctant. Seiji, sensing the opportunity, acted on his lustful impulse. He stepped forward and, in one swift motion, positioned himself behind her, his penis finding its way into her tight pussy as she bent over.