Irina bit his hand, playfully. Then took his forefinger into her mouth, suckling on it, like it was a miniature cock. At the same time, she squirms backwards, riding him, grinding her sex against his pubes, the crack of her ass resting against the erection that had grown to a respectable length and girth. Or at least, she hopes it did.<br/><br/>"I thought you were a simple guy... but now you hide behind those complications and ask-me-laters. I don't want to. I want it all and I want it now."<br/><br/>She reached behind herself, to cup his balls and squeeze them ever so slightly.