Sabrina's face flushed a deep, furious crimson. The laughter was the final straw; she had prided herself on her competence in all things, and to have her intimate skills reduced to a punchline was infuriating.
She glared up at him, her eyes snapping with indignation, her lips trembling as she struggled to maintain her dignity in the face of his mockery.
"You think it's funny?" she snapped, her voice shaking with a mix of rage and humiliated disbelief. "You think I was just... playing around?"
"My partner was a gentleman, Mike!"
"He was considerate, and he was--"
"He was a FUCKING weakling," Mike interrupted, his voice flat and devoid of empathy.
Without warning, he reached down and wrapped his large, calloused hand around the base of his cock. He didn't just hold it; he began to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked onto hers, challenging her to look away.
