"You're really pushing it, huh?" I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips despite the situation.
Her body was coiled tightly around me, the pressure firm enough to remind me that I was very much restrained, yet strangely considerate at the same time. It wasn't crushing, wasn't painful—just close, intimate, almost deliberate. It felt like she wanted to keep me there, not trap me. The way her body flexed and relaxed around mine made it clear she knew exactly how much strength to apply, as if she was testing boundaries without crossing them.
"Well, I don't really mind having sex with you," I continued, my tone calm, honest, "but… are you sure you actually want me to do it with you?"
