He had me confused with someone else, he had to have. There was no way he was talking to me like that. When I realized that he was, indeed, talking to me like that, I was livid. I walked over to him looking as sweet as candy, smiling the entire way. When I got to him, I pressed my body against his, putting my face so close to his that I’m sure he smelled each and every breath I took. While I had his attention, I picked up my heeled foot and brought it down on the inside of his ankle. I grabbed his collar just as I made contact with his ankle, and my other hand got a nice, tight grip on his balls through his pants. I squeezed them, watching his eyes bulge as I got a nice, tight grip. He was gasping for air as I asked him who he thought he was talking to. He shook his head, and I twisted, letting him know that I needed an answer with words. He gasped out an apology, and I let loose of his ball sack. Then, I asked him if he was so hard up for a lay that he would be so disrespectful to women. He at least looked a little embarrassed by that point, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I undid his pants and reached in to stroke his cock for him. I asked him if that was what he wanted, and he all but begged me for it. I never let him touch me, but I sure did stroke him. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to cumming, and I kept jerking him. When I finally saw that he was about to blow his load, I stepped on the inside of his ankle hard again, pinching the inside of his thigh. He lost that hard-on through the pain, and I just walked away. Don’t fuck with me.
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