Iylanni
"What makes you think that you deserve to sit on my lap?"
He suddenly grips your inner thigh and squeezes tightly.
You moan, catching yourself quickly, fearing that others heard your moment of weakness.
"Oh?" He chuckles gently, pressing his head into yours, his other arm snaking around your waist, anchoring you to him.
"So you're not only a spoiled brat but a slut too."