You’re grinding against me, kissing my neck, and getting me far too worked up far too quickly. I try to warn you, but it’s already too late. You make me cum in my pants before I even get to fuck you, and while I’m embarrassed and begging you not to tell anyone, you seem much more turned on than disappointed. Make me keep going, guide my hand, use my mouth, and decide whether I get to make it up to you, or whether you want to make me cum in my pants again.