oh you bet she will and does teach him good manners. She’ll sit with her legs spread and slow and lovingly petting her clit in front of him, one hand on her belly, pressing down until he can see how soft she is with her chub rising gently between her spread fingers. (and it’s also an added bonus that she can press the heel of her hand down just above her pubic bone; give her some more stimulation while she has the tedious task of training this particularly daft puppy).
And every time he tries to go fuckboy on her and thinks he can shoulder his way between her thighs and bite and lick at her and call her, she’ll plant a foot right in the middle of his throat and pushes him away none-too-gently. Gives him a little parting slap with her toes against the underside of his chin. (she’d give him a smack with a rolled up newspaper if he was close enough to do so, lbr.)
She’ll only let him close when he stops reeking like a high school locker room (where he probably rabbit fucked a few boys after basketball or lacrosse practice just before coming to her, let’s also be real about that).
And even then, after he showered and threw her resentful, glowering gazes the whole time, she only lets him put his head on her thigh and watch her make love to herself; lets him smell her cunt and listen to the slick sounds of her petting and tweaking at her silky, swollen clit.
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