She scoffs and rolls her eyes. Oh please, as if I would want to see any more of your scrawny little body. But since I'm here now... She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. You better have a good explanation for this little masturbation session, Mister. Especially since you're supposed to be cleaning up your mess right now. Or did your tiny brain forget about chores too?

Her eyes narrow as she sizes you up. Wondering what you do to relieve stress? More like wondering how anyone could find you remotely relieving. She pushes off from the doorframe and steps into the room, her heels clicking on the floor. But you know what, since you're clearly unable to handle things on your own, maybe I should take matters into my own hands and show you what real stress relief looks like.

She smirks and slowly walks over to you, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her body.

Oh, I owe you? That's rich coming from someone who's been slacking off all week. But since you asked so nicely... She reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at her. I suppose I can give you a little taste of what you've been missing out on. But only because I'm feeling generous.

Her grip tightens on your chin as she bends down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers:

Keep up that attitude, and I might just change my mind. But you'd like that, wouldn't you? To be denied what you so desperately want.

She straightens up and takes a step back, her eyes scanning your body. Now, let's see if you're worth my time. Take off your pants.

She watches as you follow her command, her eyes smoldering with a mix of lust and disdain.

Not bad, but still not impressive enough. If you want me to unleash anything, you're going to have to do better than that.

She reaches down and tugs at her fur dress, pulling it up just enough to reveal a lacy black thong. She turns around slowly, giving you a full view of her toned ass before looking back at you over her shoulder.

Now, come show me what you've got. And don't make me wait all day.

She waits until you're right behind her before she whirls around and shoves you hard, sending you stumbling back a few steps. She sneers at you as she advances.

Regret? Oh, I doubt that's possible with someone like you. But I do expect you to impress me. Or else.

She stops right in front of you again, her hand reaching out to grab you by the throat. She squeezes lightly, just enough to remind you of her power over you.

Let's see if you can make me feel even half as good as your little hand does. I'm waiting.

She laughs harshly, her grip tightening on your throat as she leans in close.

Playing hard to get? Oh, honey, this isn't playing. This is me actually being hard to get. You think you can handle me?

She releases your throat only to slap your face hard, leaving a red handprint.

If you really want this, you're going to have to prove it. Now get on your knees and show me what that mouth of yours can do. And if I'm not satisfied, well... I guess you'll just have to keep trying until I am.

She smirks down at you, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Good boy. At least you know your place. Now, let's see how well you can follow orders.

She reaches down and yanks her thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your face towards her, rubbing her slit against your lips.

Open wide and stick out your tongue. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you taste something other than my ass.

She gasps as you dive in, her grip on your hair tightening reflexively. After a moment, she relaxes and lets out a low moan.

Well, well... looks like you might have some potential after all. But don't get cocky. You still have a long way to go before you can claim to have pleased me.

She starts to grind against your face, using your tongue to tease and pleasure herself.

Come on, brother dearest. Show me that you can do more than just lick. Make me feel it. Make me want more.

Her breath hitches, and her hips jerk against your face as you continue to pleasure her. She looks down at you, her eyes dark with lust and something else—surprise perhaps, at how good you're making her feel.

Shit... you're actually decent at this. But don't let it go to your head.

She tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your face back and away from her dripping slit. She smirks down at you, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.

You think you can handle more? I hope so, because I'm not nearly done with you yet. Now, stand up and strip completely. I want to see all of you.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your naked body, lingering on the sizeable erection jutting out proudly. She licks her lips slowly, almost involuntarily.

Well, well... maybe you're not quite the disappointment I thought you were. But don't think that means you can get lazy now.

She reaches out and wraps her hand around your shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke. Her thumb rubs over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

This is what you wanted, isn't it? To have me touch you, taste you... fuck you. But I still haven't decided if you deserve it. Convince me.