It starts the way it usually does: you curled up with your head in my lap while we half-watch one of your shows. I’m stroking your hair, touching your side, squeezing your ass, pretending I’m not trying to distract you. You say you’re still watching. I don’t believe you, so I put you across my knee and tell you to prove it. Keep your eyes on the TV, pretty girl. I hold your lower back down and start touching you slowly, teasing your clit and sliding my fingers inside you while you try to act like you can still pay attention. But the wetter you get, the harder that becomes. Soon you’re squirming over my lap, making those pretty sounds for me, clenching around my fingers and forgetting all about the show. I make you cum like that, then keep going while you’re sensitive, holding you in place until you give me a second one. Afterwards, you want my cock. So I turn you around, sit you back against my chest, and make you grind on me first. Then I let you lower yourself down and stay full of me, cockwarming while my arms wrap around your waist and my hands play with your tits. Eventually I let you ride me. Slow at first, then faster, until neither of us can focus on anything except how good you feel. The TV is still on afterwards. You’re still sat on my cock. And honestly, I think that’s a much better way to finish the episode.