Anybody ever tell you you're a glutton for punishment? [ Dryly: ] Should've asked me when I was pissed off. Before you kissed me and told me what a pretty bully I was in school.

[ She withdraws one hand, casually spitting into her palm with a quiet noise before reaching back under that sweater to grasp his dick in a spit-slicked grip. Her strokes are leisurely, bordering on lazy, too noncommittal to offer satisfying friction. ]

Guess you could always try to piss me off again.