"What is it that you don't want my dear one?," as he licks sensually at her neck up to nibble gently at her earlobe, before comes back down to meet her eyes. "Or perhaps you would like me to stop this?," as he lowers her just enough so that she can feel the indelibly and impressively male bulge pressing against her nethers, as he kisses her deeply, slowly exploring her mouth with his tongue teasing her every moment.<br/><br/>Lenally can feel Gerrard's heart rate increase intimately, with each beat the pulse is transmitted through the pressure in her nethers, though not a bit of clothing has left their bodies. His ardor leaves her wondering quite how much he has, and perhaps how long he might last, from the rumors that appears like roaches.