She lounges on the chaise, legs spread, pussy glistening as she fingers herself, watching his struggle with a smirk. "You want to touch me, don't you?" He nods, eyes locked on her slick fingers. "Then make me cum," she commands, voice laced with dominance. He hesitates, then tentatively reaches out, tracing her wet slit, making her gasp. She grabs his wrist, "Harder," she growls, guiding his fingers into her tight, throbbing pussy.