She shudders lightly at the touch of his fingers on her back, arching against him, the sensation half ticklish, half erotic, entirely pleasurable. Sighing, she rests her forehead against his chest, her entire body tense with a desperate need for release. A louder moan parts her lips as he teases her with just the tip of his thick cock, her fingernails sinking into his shoulders, leaving small, perfect crescent shapes in his bare skin. She's dripping now, as a woman who's been seriously deprived and has an extremely high sex drive, it doesn't take her much to get excited. Very excited. At his words of encouragement she struggles to form a coherent sentence, her mind focused purely on the intense waves of pleasure he's causing her lithe, responsive body.<br/><br/><strong>"Didn't I hear....some mention about drinks....and drugs? We could always try something like that... I've always wanted to try ecstasy. Or- what about.... </strong>She trails off slowly, unable to complete her sentence or her train of thought, her only concern being that she wanted him to have his way with her thoroughly, tied up, rough if he was like that. And quickly, she didn't think she could bear much more. Or she could please him just as well, having a very skilled mouth and few limits.<br/><br/>She presses her soft flesh against his mouth firmly as he sucks on her, her nipple peaking as much as physically possible in his mouth. Whimpering softly, she winds her fingers into his hair and guides his mouth, her head thrown back in utter abandon. As his soothing, stroking fingers and palm so thoroughly pleasure the most sensitive part of her body, she struggles to remain upright, her knees unable to support her weight anymore under the heaviness of her lust.