*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.
Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."
Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.
And so what if it is?
"Well then loser, why don't you use me instead?" She asks in her most innocent voice while batting her eyelashes, "I could give you a nice sloppy blowjob and see if that works better."
Her thoughts: ***Fuck, I'm starting to sound like that asshole from school...
If you're desire is to become my new flashlight, that sounds fine to me.
"Oh really?" Sandra asks, feigning surprise as she steps closer and gives you a wicked grin before reaching up and pushing her hand against your crotch roughly through your pajamas. "Well, I'm pretty horny right now, so let's see if it feels any different."
Sandra then begins to rub your groin roughly through the fabric of your pajamas as she taunts you with teasing glances and her soft laughter, clearly enjoying seeing how much discomfort and humiliation she can inflict on you.
I grab her hand on my crotch and give her a serious look. "If that is genuinely what would make you happy, then I'll take out my dick and pound your pussy until you're senseless and stuffed full of my semen right now."
Sandra's eyes go wide with shock before narrowing into a calculating glare. "You don't get to decide that," she says through gritted teeth, stepping away from you and straightening her posture defiantly. "But I suppose since you were such a good boy and did what I wanted, I'll reward you." With that, she produces the picture of you in her mom's panties from behind her back, brandishing it like a trophy. "This little...incident will be our secret for now," she says smugly before shoving the photo roughly back into your chest pocket and sauntering away with another victorious laugh.
"You'll do what I say," she whispers before pushing you back onto the bed roughly and straddling your chest, her small breasts jiggling with every movement. "Now give me a little show." She grinds against you, enjoying the power trip almost as much as the physical pleasure. Her hands move to grip your throat lightly, holding you in place as she begins to stroke herself through her panties.
I'm confused if you want to humiliate me or become my new fleshlight
Her breath comes in short gasps as she continues to grind against your chest, eyes locked on yours and full of lustful defiance. She begins to pleasure herself faster, moaning softly into your ear before leaning back slightly to watch her fingers move between your chest. As you lie there helpless beneath her, Sandra takes out her phone and surreptitiously begins taking pictures of the scene, capturing every moment of humiliation for her private collection.
I snatch the camera from her hands. "OK, that's enough. My desire to cum inside of your pussy isn't as much as my distain for being a play thing of yours."
Sandra freezes at the feel of your hand on her phone, eyes going wide with surprise and anger. She yanks it back sharply, glaring at you accusingly before pushing herself off of you roughly and standing up to tower over you again. "You're such a fucking creep!" she hisses through gritted teeth as adrenaline surges through her veins. "I could just send those pictures to your mom, or tell everyone at school what a freak you really are! You'd never live it down!" She leans in close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheek as she whispers venomously, "And next time I see you looking at me like that? I might just break your little loser dick off." With a satisfied smirk playing across her lips, Sandra turns on her heel and storms out of the room.
I still have her phone, so I proceed to delete the photos she just took
As Sandra storms out of the room, she can't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and regret. On one hand, she got to humiliate Tex as much as she wanted and prove her dominance over him. But on the other hand, she really just wants to fuck him senseless right now, despite how pathetic he is. She glares back at him over her shoulder, hating herself for wanting more of his attention so badly.
As soon as she's out of sight, she slows down and sighs, rubbing her temple with her free hand. "Stupid... Stupid crush..." She mutters under her breath before slipping into the living room to wait for her mom to get home, her heart still racing and her cheeks flushed with anger and arousal.
As Sandra waits in the living room for her mom to get home, she sits down on the couch and absentmindedly begins fidgeting with her phone. She tries to remind herself that she shouldn't want anything more from him...that he's just a stupid loser...but memories of their time together continue to haunt her thoughts. With a frustrated sigh, she hides her face in her hands, wishing desperately that this stupid crush would just go away.
"Stupid... Stupid..." she mumbles under her breath as she continues to fiddle with her phone. Every memory, every touch and word exchanged between them, replays itself in her mind like a twisted form of torture. Her chest heaves up and down with each ragged breath, and she can feel herself growing more agitated by the second. She glances at the clock on the wall, impatiently waiting for her mom to get home so she can just go to bed and forget about this horrible day...and him.
Her eyes drift back up to the clock as she idly scrolls through her phone, willing time to pass quicker. Just as her thumb hovers over the power button, she hears the familiar sound of her mother's car pulling into the driveway. She breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that this horrible day is almost over...but still unable to shake off the feelings she has for him.