“I can’t Tory, I really can’t”

“Why not?” Tory pouted

“I told you I am done. I can’t keep risking it. If Daisy ever finds out it will ruin everything”

Tory trailed her bright red fingernails over his jean clad thigh and up to his fly button jeans where she hooked a finger in between one of the buttons.

“Oh come on Drew” she purred, “I need you”

“No” and he pushed her hand away and headed for the door.

“Well why did you come round then?” she grumbled

“I, umm, to drop off the apples Daisy got you”

“Really, but you could have left them on the porch like my sister probably would have done. Instead you ring on my door and then come on in when I invite you and even drink my coffee”

Tory had followed him to the doorway where he was standing, one hand on the handle as if about to open it. Leaning into his body she bought her nose right up close to his mouth.

“I can even smell my coffee on your breath”

As she breathed out she tipped her head back so that their lips were now almost touching.

“And you know what Drew, you seem to be somewhat turned on for a man who doesn’t want to fuck” And she pushed her hips up against what was clearly his hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“Oh God Tory, please, please just let me go, please, I can’t keep doing this. Not with you, not like this.”

“But I like it, I like you, I want you, your cock fits inside me perfectly and you make me come harder than anyone else ever did. I am wet just thinking about it”

And she took his hand and guided it up the skirt of her dress to her bare cunt.

The moment his fingers grazed across her soft wet skin his resolve to leave Tory alone crumbled and with the other hand he grabbed her by the hair and kissed her as his finger dug desperately into the folds of her cunt.

Tory had won, yet again, and she grinned to herself at her triumph. No panties always gets them in the end.

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