Accept the handjob.
From Create Your Own Story
"Fine," you say, reaching down to unzip your fly. She shakes her head and angrily sighs as she sets her bag and gun down on the kitchen counter and steps around into the living room area. You pull your cock free from the front of your boxers and look down at it. It's already hardening just at the notion.
"You're an asshole," she says. "you know that, right?" You nod. She stares you dead in the eyes angrily as she reaches her palm up to her lips, parts them, and spits in her hand. Slowly, she wraps her long thin fingers around your cock, and tightens her grip. Her wrist rocks slightly, pivoting her hand along your shaft. You grow harder at her touch, as she softly manipulates your cock. Angrily, she stares at you as bit your bottom lip, enjoying the attention. Stroking softly, every inch of your erection is rigid as steel.
"Hurry up," she says.
"I can't just hurry it up," you say. "There's got to be a mood, or something. Something to make it go faster."
She sighs. "Like what?"
