Her lips met the ones pressed to them with a matching passion. She had any be so forward, but it excited her so. And as those lips started to work along her skin, her head leaned back as she let the softest moan escape her lips. The hands on her body made her tingle in such interesting ways. "You are giving that heat." she admitted to the 'man' that was exploring her not heated body.<br/><br/>Her hands fell to her skirt and gripped the fabric as she felt a hand slipping along her legs. Her legs shifting nervously and in need, as if her body knew what she wanted well before she did.<br/><br/>She was gasping more and more as the hand worked up her skirt. Leaning back Tempest hands tugged at her skirt as her legs parted. "Please....yes...I want you to touch me." her cheeks were so flushed as she pleaded for to be touched. Her mind and body so into and lost to the feelings she didn't notice the less masculine smell.