Anna gasped against the woman's lips as her hands went under her shirt and groped at her bare chest, her back arching and writhing all the more now that she could feel Jill's fingers directly as they squeezed her breasts. Instead of making any effort to stop at all, she found herself, grinding back up against the other woman and shifting the bottom of her shirt upward to make it easier for Jillian to grope her, her own hands holding onto her head as she kissed her even harder than she already was.