"Then we can thank her, yes," Abi agreed and shifted her hips so that she was sitting on his clothed crotch and had plans to torture him far more directly. Abi had depraved thoughts of her own, wanting him to get so worked up over the idea of her stories that he broke her control. Animal let loose in the wild.
Still, she wasn't averse to the idea of being in complete control the whole time either. The idea of using him like a toy was rather appealing, but he might pout over it. He'd let her do anything and take it with a smile and a thank you. "I can be very bad..." Abi rocked her hips and licked her lips, "Like a woman. You know exactly what I mean, like saltiness and honey sweet and ripe for the picking..." Abi kissed him, swiping her tongue teasingly over his. "She tasted different than I did. I remember how she tasted. She was like eating ripe strawberries, like sunshine."