With his hands remaining in his pockets, Erik resisted Leila's strength with barely any effort. He smirked casually and tilted his head. "Why would you think I'd just lie down and let you do as you wish?"
Leila pouted surprisingly cutely. "Because you're clearly a horny pervert who can't keep it in his pants!" Finally deciding her efforts were useless, she removed her hand from his chest and took a step back.
Indignantly, she pirhouetted to show off her body again, before glaring at him with both hands on her hips. She was clearly proud of her obvious beauty. "I refuse to believe you don't want to get with me!"
Smiling confidently, Erik shrugged. "Right on both counts, Leila. I can definitely be classified as a horny idiot, and there's no doubt I'd love to get my hands on you."
"Ha!" Leila laughed victoriously. She pointed at him with one hand and grinned widely. "I knew it! Well, the only way you'll get to touch me is if you submit to your mistress!"
