His touch made her own skin pebble as he ran his fingers over the alabaster canvas. She liked how he had squeezed her ass, most men took their liberties to feel how nice and tight it was. Still this was all about his pleasure.<br/><br/>Her fingers went to the edge of his pants and she traced the waistband from the back to the front. Her Rogers found the button of his pants and she slowly slipped it open. Next was the zipper, with gentle care she slid that down, now partly exposing him to her. Petite fingers slipped inside the boxers he was wearing, to find that lovely package. When she did, Angelique wiggled her fingers along the large vein, getting him aroused more. It was all about the journey there and not about the end result per se. Angel would have him moaning and begging for her, he crying out for release.