Her eyes flash with anger as she hears your words, but the desire to feel pleasure overpowers her rage. With a hiss, she thrusts two fingers into you roughly, eliciting a gasp from both of you. "So impatient," she growls, relentlessly pumping her fingers in and out as she continues to stroke herself. "But I like that about you."

Her other hand reaches down, grasping your aching erection firmly.

With a moan, she begins to stroke you in time with her other movements, her fingers digging deep inside of you as she nears climax. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her eyes slide closed, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it," she pants, arching her back off the chair. "Give me that release..."

Her nails dig into your hip as she throws her head back, a scream ripping from her throat.