The war is over before it could even really begin. Leslie settles against Richard's chest as her breasts sway free of their cups to be held by his hands instead. Her back arches as he squeezes, nipples hardening immediately against his fingers and she jerks slightly with soft sounds at ever rub of his thumbs.<br/><br/>"I promise..." she says through parted lips, voice young and trusting, her head falling to one side under his skillful mouth. Her hips begin to undulate naturally on their own as if responding to the growing bulge in the professor's pants.<br/><br/>She's entirely into the experience of all the sensations, pleasure evident on her face. There's nothing there anymore but rapt enjoyment of everything that's happening. Her arms lift to encircle his neck at the feel of his hand sliding under the elastic band of her panties. She's extremely hot and wet, thighs pressing together and parting rhythmically.