She fell for his bait, trying her best to capture his tongue, his mouth, with hers, to kiss him back, to reciprocate, show the passion he was building up in her like a fire. He had her held though, and she couldn't do more than he allowed.  A taste of his lips, that is all.<br/><br/>Then Sophia was up, against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips for balance, feeling him pin her there with his body.  Feeling him grinding up against her core.  She could feel his hardness, through his pants, through her panties and dress.  It didn't matter, it was like she could feel every vein of it, sliding up and down along her.  He licked her nipple through the silk of the dress, and she knew she was going to cum.  Soon, if he kept this up, and that was a marvel.  She wouldn't even stop to move her thong, to undress, she would just cum in his arms, fully clothed.<br/><br/>Then Justin tore her dress, split it open, a $2,500 dress, one that made her look stunning.  And she didn't give a shit.  She screamed, not at the tear but at the way his mouth seized upon her breasts like a hungry man, like an animal, like there was nothing more he wanted in the world right now but her tits in his mouth.  When he seized a nipple, and more, into his mouth Sophia seized his head, trying to hold him tight to it before he pulled away to whisper.<br/><br/>"Please, again," she whispered back to him in a thin voice, shoving his head back down towards her breast.  She was grinding crazily against his hardness, pinned up against her wall.  "Suck it again, please.  I'm going to cum," she pleaded in a voice that was rapidly losing control.