The sweet, delicious juices she is exuding are irresistable, and Benidal switches the attention of his lips and tongue to the opposite breast, chasing down every last drop of the delectable nectar that had leaked off his dripping fingers onto her body. Hungry for more, he retracted his fingers and returned them to between her legs to collect another coating off her dripping bud and reapply it to those perked nipples and soft flesh. He begins alternating between breasts, leaning up occasionally to give her another soft kiss before descending. No longer occupied with their massaging, he moves his hands beneath her to cup the soft round curves of her ass, giving her something less unyielding to bounce against than the metal table in her increasingly passionate throes.