One hand left her buttock, but she immediately snatched at the wrist and placed it back against the cheek. Instead of allowing him to undo his own loins, she continued her grinding for a while more, working her hips into his crotch. It was more stimulation for her own sake, and once Cleopatra felt properly heated to some degree, she reached down and began to remove his clothes.<br/><br/>What hid his groin was a needlessly complex and covering garment, locked belt of leather. She tore the buckle open, paying no mind to the item that popped off the cloth as she tugged it open, nor the metallic thread that tore itself apart. She reached to his groin, only to be thwarted by a thin loin cloth beneath to which she nearly tore off.<br/><br/>Then her hand circled around the width of his already-stiff cock. Only a few strokes brought it to its full potency. But still she held back, content with the light thrust of her hips, the rhythmic pull of her hand, and her invasive lips and tongue upon her prey’s mouth.