Anna felt some reassurance in what he said, but not by one of the words. "Aga-" She was about to repeat it back to him with question but before she could his lips were at hers. She whimper and was trying to pull away, but his hands wouldn't let her. Soon she sank back into the kiss with him. Her arms loosening their grip on him as she rock her hips at a slow pace. Her breasts rubbing up and down against his chest making her moan. Though her nipples were no longer as hard as they had been, it still felt amazing for her.<br/><br/>Her own hands moved from around his neck to pet his own. Finding the brass knuckles there made her moan loudly. She laced her fingers with his own and sat up out of the kiss. She ran his hands in hers against her breasts before licking them then letting them go.<br/><br/>She backed herself up and unzipped his pants. Pulling his pants down in one swoop along with his undergarments, she climb over them to be able to reach his cock. She traced her fingers ever so lightly against his length. She had always imagined every cock was the same as her fathers. The fact that his looked nothing like it made it all the more easier to apply the tip of her tongue to it. Holding it gently in one hand, while her other hand steadied herself by holding onto his leg, she lick from just above his balls to the rim at the top.<br/><br/>She look up at him curiously as she took one of his hands and brought it down to her head. As she assumed he was going to rush her along the same way her father always had.<br/><br/>"Do you promise..?" She asked as she breath hot air onto his tip.