Her breath caught audibly as he guided her extended finger against that small, soft lump, and inadvertently she let out a little groan. Her hips continued to churn with a hard, needful speed born more of fear's urgency than that of lust, but that did not change the fact that her fingerpad rubbed hard and quick against those certain nerves that made her belly lurch a little, and the silken nub begin to harden. A flush rose to her cheeks, and her head twisted aside, as if trying to burrow against her own shoulder as she rode her lord's cock.