The rumbly soft moan that made it's way up Lysandra's throat as Elamir's fingers sink in to her ass is more akin to a purr than anything else. With an almost serpentine wiggle she grinds her ass in to the seat and in turn Elamir's hand. She was soft to the touch, pliable yet clearly toned muscle was present under all of this as her bottom flexes at his touch. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">I bet you tell that to all the girls, so tell me Elamir. What if I do regret it?</span><span style="color: #808080">" Her right hand releases his and moves to his leg with a swig, deliberate swing. She grabs at his thigh in turn, slowly running up and down , her hand dipping inward teasingly to brush just the very edge of his bulging manhood "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">Are you going to promise to give it a second try? To make it up to me?</span><span style="color: #808080">" Her head tilts to the side and rolls along her shoulder to face Elamir, batting her almost fluffy eyelashes at him as she pouts her lips.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>