Lana found herself doing anything he asked of her, without question.  Releasing the seat back further, she gasped, then moaned as his fingers found her core once again, the flow of her juices remaining heavy, wanting his cock.  She could already feel the beginnings of another climax simply from his fingers in her.<br/><br/>Doing as he said, Lana’s hands found her breasts, fingers pinching her sensitive nipples.   Closing her eyes, she imagined they were his hands, his fingers, squeezing their tautness, causing moans to escape her lips.<br/><br/>Her hips beginning to move, matching the movements of his fingers, she grabbed his wrist with one hand, holding it, helping it, preventing it from stopping.  “Geezus, Steve, are we soon there?”  The question was a gasp, desperate to know how quickly she could have him again.