"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yes. I think so." I replied but I wasn't. I was starting to feel more aroused than before. I can't explain the feeling but it felt like something only a dick could handle. 

"Are you sure?" He asked and I couldn't answer. How can I tell him that I'm aroused. How can I tell him that I feel like getting fucked for real. 

"You must be feeling restless and fully aroused by now." He said as his gaze drifted down, intently watching my swollen, dripping pussy and the damp mess soaking through the paper bedsheet.

"Now tell me, what do you want?"...