Charlette returned his kiss, with the same kind of slow and deep passion she had had the night before. Her tongue danced with his, and she gave his lips a playful nip. Her eyes looked up at him with the same playful lust as she parted their kiss, her lips still lingering just inches from his, her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his.<br/><br/>She giggled softly biting her lip, kissing his neck. One hand was still on his member, stroking it gently with the washcloth.<br/><br/>But this time she would have the move on him. He couldn't really get on top, so she could focus just on him. She slowly dropped down, and teasingly swirled her tongue along his shaft.