The rough, almost savage way in which she undressed him, that sort of raw lust, was amazingly arousing for the man. At this point, he almost didn't care if this was Erica or not. He was too high, too worked up. His body yearned for release. He continued to rub and grind against her, the moans coming from him taking on a shamelessly slutty tone; one that Erica only occasionally got to experience.<br/><br/>His hands did indeed slip up under her dress, and he felt her cool skin. He continued to rub her ass for some time, up until she broke the kiss. It was then that his hands moved to stroke her thighs, his grip firm, but not tight.<br/><br/>He made a whimpering sound at her, needy, yet cute; at least to some, it would seem cute.  He was starting to get close, and in fact, Cass' hand would soon be getting wet and slippery with the pre-cum that was liberally oozing out of his manhood.