The smug bito laughed at your helpless form after pulling himself close to you, his hands tracing up you chest, down your back, and whispering lustful fantasies in your ear. All the while his skirt-lifting erection lightly grazes against your own, although, painfully confined by your trousers and undergarments. Just before the bito's words and actions alone bring you to climax, he pulls away with a sadistic chuckle, letting your knees buckle as you fall to the floor.

c'mon fag~ we were just playing around~

He begins to walk off as anger fills your soul. How DARE he pull this shit. that brat! With all of the power and strength you could muster, you rush the Bito and push his lithe body to the ground, his frail limbs unable to push you off as you pin his hands above his head. His expression goes cold with fear as your other hand trails up his tender thigh and under his pleaded skirt.

h-hey anon this is s-scary... w-we could finish what we were doing before! i'm sorr-

Before the bito could finish pleading, you rip down his pink satin panties. a light bead of pre soaked through already. He looks up at you, meekly quivering like the trapped bitch he is. You return a cold expression back to him and stare dead in his eyes as you flip up his skirt, his now-free cock throbbing in the air in desperate need of attention, betraying his occasional whimpers to quit it. His eyes follow your open hand as you slowly bring it to your mouth, spit in it, move it back down between his legs, and tightly grab his shaft. He begins struggling and bucking around, trying to escape your grasp, but unable to stop you from slowly beating his cock. He begins to calm down as you both fall into a rhythm. The bito's abdomen rising and falling with every stroke from base to tip of his member and his whole body squirming against you.

hah... haah....

The bito can only bring himself to make light moans and drool, the exhaustion from trying to run away and the pleasure of the handy being too intense for him. He tries to nuzzle into your chest, to find any way to hide his lewd expression. You decide to take it up a notch and completely stop the motions and grip his base. The bito freezes, not knowing why you stopped now. He looks up at you, and when he does, you start violently jerking him off. He grits his teeth and shoves his face into your chest, screaming a painful moan into you only slightly louder than the slick wet slaps from his cock. He convulses and thrashes around under your grip as pleasure, pain, and a coming orgasm jolts all around his body and his back unconsciously arches up in delight.

i'm g-gonna!

Suddenly, as the bito's cock pulsates, trying to spurt his load all over himself, you grip his cock hard, making him unable to relieve himself. He rides out the snubbed orgasm, bucking his hips until he collapses back down on the floor.
He looks back up to you, tear beginning to well up in his eyes.

p-please...