Ava continued to work at Trent's pants, deliberately teasing her fingers against his erection over and over as she tugged at the fabric.  She arched her back, her breasts closer to his face, her small, tight nipples straining against the black lace of her bra.  "Take it off," she groaned, hoping he noticed the clasp was in the front.<br/><br/>She slid her hand into the waistband of his boxers, her long, well-manicured fingers wrapping themselves around his cock.  "Hurry..."