With only a momentary resistance, as the single hidden loop that fastened the length of silk at her side gave way, the red sari slid off Lasciel's body into a pile before the swing, unnoticed. There was more warm, smooth, dusky skin beneath than most men would know what to do with, and no shame about displaying it at all.<br/><br/>She all but purred when Samuel's hands cupped her breasts and started kneading them. They seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp, stiff nipples rubbing into his palms. In response, her hips went grinding against him harder, the fabric of his straining pants acting itself as extra stimulation. 'I think you're overdressed,' she suggested in the soft, husky tone that made anyone want to go after her. 'Need help?'