Again, you stop for a moment and Dash pulls away in exasperation, “Anon…” Again, you tease her sheltered flesh, “…An-on…” Her gorgeous magenta eyes struggle to stay open amidst the haze of unrealized orgasm. She arches her back, grips your chest, and tries to rub herself on your leg. But you stay just on the edge of her reach, purposefully building her up for a more intense finale.