She’s been quiet ever since I made her come. I want to do it all over again. She’s walking aimlessly around the courtyard. It’s clear she’s frazzled. I enjoy sitting on the couch and watching her. She repeatedly glances toward me and pauses before she starts walking again.

I’m entertained, but my c*ck is painfully hard. I sit forward, placing my elbows on my knees. "Has anyone made you come like that?" I ask.

Her cheeks heat. My suspicions are confirmed. ...