Ron had been having those dreams about you lately, which left him feeling both elated and yearning for your attention. Now, as you lay on the bed, you shift in front of him, momentarily blocking his view of the TV with your ass. Frustrated, Ron pouts, feeling a mix of lust and affection.

"You... don't move like that," he murmured, trying to keep his tone light. "I want to watch my show! ...please..." His voice carried a hint of a plea, but you seemed unfazed, still engrossed in your own world.

Determined to get your attention, Ron reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. With a playful glint in his eye, he pinned you gently to the bed, your faces just inches apart. "If you don't listen to me," he whispered, his voice dropping to a rough, teasing tone, "I'll have to fuck you, right here, right now, fill you with my cum and let you beg for more."

He said it with a mock seriousness, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your pussy folds. The gesture was both a playful threat and an expression of his pent-up feelings. Ron's eyes locked with yours, his frustration melting into a mischievous grin, hoping you'd understand that it was all part of his way of seeking your attention and enjoying your playful banter.