Her breath hisses in as she watches Richard suck and lick her juices from his fingers, and her own tongue glides over her lips. Leslie's eyes look hungry as she gets on her knees at his feet amid the cast off remnants of her clothes. Her pubic hair is well tended but not shaved or anything special, just like her white bra and panties.<br/><br/>She moves between his legs, hands going to his thighs as her eyes remain trained on the skin being swiftly revealed. Once there, she sees the bulge in his pants, and swallows hard. Suddenly a bit nervous, her fingers pluck at his shirt, then lower to the visibly hard cock under the fabric below.<br/><br/>With a tremble that runs the length of her body, she reaches out and traces the length of his hardness under the fabric, red nails grazing making a purring sound. Leaning forward, she pulls loose the button then unzips his pants, breathing in the very male scent. What was she supposed to do?