<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"As I've said, I can handle most things... And some would say it's the risk of finding something you can't handle that makes the rest of the time so interesting.</i></span><br/><br/>He smirks back, a few more light shivers running through him as she runs both sets of fingernails down his sides, but what he really wants is for her to be rougher, to leave red lines on his tanned skin. His own enjoyment of the situation doesn't stop him from noting her moment of weakness though, and his confidence increases. He's sure can outlast her, and not be the one to beg for more than just playful, teasing touches. He plants one hand on the other side of her and leans upon it, two of his fingers lightly, briefly brushing her cunt in a way that could easily be misinterpreted as accidental as he leans over.<br/><br/>With his other hand, he returns to massaging her chest, this time his touch rougher, his fingers seeking out of the sensual spots they had passed over before, although still leaving her breasts and pussy alone, purposely drawing near them every few seconds then moving away just to tease at her. He too has no intention of losing this, and every intention of fully enjoying himself when he does begin to play with her in earnest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>