Morgan let out a hum of apology, kissing where she bit.  Wiggling a little closer she began kissing down Mel's shoulder as her fingers found the elastic waistband.  Grunting softly in aggravation when she could not get the waistband to move,  The fingers on Mel's breast stilled, all of the artist's concentration on the fabric clinging desperately to the woman.  Finally a cry of victory was made, hand slipping down beneath the annoying panties, fingers wiggling as they slowly moved once more.<br/><br/>Morgan began to rock against Mel, her breasts pressing hard in to her back and then pulling back, the sensations arousing the artist.  Once more the hand at Mel's breast began to work, rolling Mel's nipple as she tugged softly at Frey's.  She wanted to return some of the pleasure she'd been gifted with earlier.  Having made her way to the very end of Mel's shoulder she moved her lips to the other side, kissing slowly up the side of the neck Freya had abandoned. Those wiggling digits just reaching Mel's mound.