She had to grin at his last remark, although he could not see it yet.<br/><br/>Her hand continued its work on his member. He was 'only' getting a handjob right now, but some sort of perverted pride demanded that she made it a good one for him. So as his own fluids had lubricated himself nicely, she became more creative. No longer was she simply sliding along him up and down,  she also varied the pressure with which her hand enclosed him, at times almost kneading his glorious length. On a few occasions she paused, encircled his head with her hand as good as she could and just gave a few rhythmic squeezes before continuing.<br/><br/>As she did so, she herself leaned even closer into him, her breasts now firmly squashed against his back and her hips pressed against his ass, and with her lips very close to his ear she whispered "Did it ever occur to you that it were guys like you that made me as cold as I am now?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>