Dani gasps as you rub her clit, her body flexing against yours. "You naughty girl" she breathes out, smiling broadly. Hooking her hands under Leah's shirt, she peels it up, ducking down to run her tounge from the bottom slope of her right breast up to the top, pausing briefly to flick her nipple, first with the tip, then with her piercing. She moves her hands up next, cupping Leah's breasts loosely, more brushing against them than grabbing, though when she leans in for another kiss her hands tighten, kneading them. Dani's hips gyrate slowly, pushing her against your hand - her breathing ragged as she kisses you, hard. As she breaks the kiss, she rises up slightly, her hands dropping to tug on your capris - more a request than an attempt at removal.