The offending piece of material was whipped from Siera's body and tossed carelessly somewhere off to the right, although Echo's notice was rather too enraptured by the dunes of soft flesh held to his attention by the twin cups of a rather plain bra to pay much mind to where it landed. Tame at the undergarment was, however, it seemed only to compliment the little woman's feminine chest, and his appreciation was made brazenly evident by the annex straining vigorously against it's restricting confines. He groaned again, dipping his head to the exposed bank even as every fiber of his being begged for him to rid her of her wear and take her. But the torture was also bliss, and every moment he spend delaying his objective was one more he spent relishing in anticipation.<br/><br/>He fondled her tenderly, nipping and licking and kissing while his body throbbed and ached and continued to war obstinately against his trousers in pursuit of freedom. Echo was quite sure he'd have started turning blue by then, but still he seemed intent in dragging the chains on a bit further. He moved again, gripping Seria's waist in his iron hands and pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back until she was splayed over him like a warm human blanket. He could touch her now, and he took full advantage of her new position in running his hands down her slender body, over her hips, her rump, her thighs, and up over her back and shoulders.  Her breasts appeared fuller now, the roundness gravity had stolen while she'd lain on her back had been returned. His fingers danced over the clip of the supporting bra, and in one fowl swoop his fingers dislodged the hooks and the supportive cups fell away from her chest. Echo's wickedly sharp grin spread lawlessly over his mouth as he began scooting the shoulder straps down her thin arms. As soon as the undergarment was removed and discarded of his hands moved to replace the fabric cups, watching with a kind of frivolous glee as the twin appurtenances molded themselves submissively to his touch.<br/><br/>'Sa peaksid olema alasti,' he informed her, his right hand sneaking south to pull suggestively at the waistband of her shorts, while his left moved to stroke her long blonde hair away from her face. 'Olete kõige peen olend, väikese nõiaga. And I should very much like to see you.'