You dressed up really nice and rang the doorbell. Luckily for you, Luke answered so you didn't have to go through all the irrelevant small chitchat with his family members. His face went pale and you laughed at it, "Oh, how the tables have turned."
He pouted, whispering angrily, "Cut the talk and get in."
You graciously walked in as Luke quickly asked his parents if they remember you letting them know you're over, just to be nice before leading you to his room.
"And here we are again", you say cheerfully as you spin around yourself once you've reached his bedroom.
"I don't like this, you're up to something", he suspiciously squinted his eyes at you. You mock him, imitating, "Oh, you know... I just need you to stay silent."
You walked up to him, pressing your hips against him, and hooked both your index fingers onto his belt. He watched you closely waiting on the next move. "This", you pouted in disapproval, "has to go." You finish the sentence unbuckling the black leather on his jeans, and pulling it off his with one hand. You twisted his belt in half, then playfully slapped it in your hand like a whip before you put it aside.
"See...", you say as you unbutton his jeans, "Lying is wrong, Hemmings."
You redirect him on his bed and push him onto it. He sits with his arms stretched back for support. You pulled his pants to his ankles, then sat onto his lap. You held Luke's chin moving it left and right for a moment, teasingly pouting. Then you chuckled scrunching your nose, "And I can't let you get away with it now, can I?"
He swallowed hard, then shrugged trying to keep his cool.
"Kitty got your tongue?", you joke and get off his lap watching him bite anxiously on his lip.
"Game over, big boy. You're under my command now.", you mercilessly announce as you get off his lap after grinding on him, and kneel before him.
