Guys are so useless. Ever since I got my boobs I’ve known how to control them. You need to earn a favor, not expect one. You want me don’t you! I know. Plenty do and plenty have had me. Do you think you are any better than them? No - you are just like the rest. Weaklings. I am a High Class Girl and expect the best. You have no balls. You are so pathetic. I innocently let my top gape a little so you see my whole breast, and admire my nipple. Just one. Then, maybe again, just to be sure. Your erection tells me you are under my spell. Perfect. I ask you to dance and we are soon moving to the music. I like close dancing, and tease you with gentle belly rubs. My, your erection is strong! I can feel your cock spasm against my belly as you grind into me. You slide my dress up to my waist. Your pants are on the ground. You are ecstatic thinking “Surely this is it”. You become frantic with lust. So predictable. But when I have you at the uttermost height of frustration, straining and shaking with lust, I tell you to take a hike. You stare at me in utter disbelief. Ohhhhh the pain...