Limitations [R-18+]

Thud.

Tap-tap-tap.

"Huh," I grunted, low and raw.

She spat on it, slicking it up, then went harder. The wet slide of her palm lit me up, my thing throbbing, maxed out, hotter than ever. It couldn't get any stiffer, but she was pushing it anyway.

"Ah. Feels good…" I mumbled, the words tumbling out.

"Feels good, huh?" she echoed, like she'd plucked the thought right out of my head. It threw me for a sec. I tried to play it cool, but my junk was still out there, betraying me.

"What's a perv like you got left to be proud of?" she said, smirking as she kept going, her hand relentless. Her eyes locked on mine, cold and judging, like I was dirt.

Tap-tap-tap.

"Ah. Don't… don't get into this," I told myself, fighting it.

"Help, you jerk," she muttered, her voice sharp, annoyed.

Those eyes, that cursing, it pissed me off, but it also hooked me. I couldn't figure out why it bugged me so much.