<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Don't be shy...play with my pussy..it doesn't bite... " she joked as she rolled her hips into his hand. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He resisted responding with words. Joke time was over, it was time to get serious.  His hand, as though activated by the feel of her hot sex, got to work. His ring finger and index finger spread her petals beneath her lace underwear. Then his middle finger, long and flexible, began to rub up and down along her slit, slowly finding her clit.<br/><br/>Once he had isolated it (based on her moans and quivers), he rolled his finger along it in small moderate motions, before switching to long up and down ones.  The same hand was rolling his wrist, to try and pull her underwear a bit more away from her sex. This way he had full access though wasn't needlessly shown off to the room (yet). He didn't see the need to pull them off so long as he had the access he needed. The second hand that he'd need to pull them from her was busy at her breast.<br/><br/>That hand had moved under her dress and any undergarments to her bare tit. He caressed and groped it, finding her nipple to toy with it.<br/><br/>His middle finger then pushed into her as deep as it could go, to get it even wetter. It resumed it's previous movement of teasing her clit while he sucked at her neck.