She smiled, she liked know that she made him hard and he couldn't stop thinking about her. "All my fault? Whatever do you mean?" she laughed darkly. She liked how his hand felt insistant on top of her.
"Oh you wouldn't have pulled me in here so close to the bell if you gave a damn," she told him as she leaned back against the door, one hand working his cock, the other moved up to unbutton the top couple of buttons on her blouse.
"I have," she admitted, feeling him growing in her hand. "You were right you know, I was sore until yesterday," she let her thumb play in the precome that had already collected there on the head of his cock as she stroked it.