Not a thought in her mind did she ever expect him to respond the way he did. She thought perhaps he'd be too nervous to even move. But he did more than she could hope for. As soon as his hand touched the outside of her pantie putting pressure on her sex she tensed, arching backwards slightly, her face pointing towards the ceiling as she closed her eyes. Her lip came in between her teeth as she bit down on it letting out a barely noticeable moan. Though he wore gloves, she felt his touch warm on her skin. Her thighs quivered lightly when he went to pull her panties down, she wanted nothing in between her and him, not even a small tiny piece of cloth.<br/><br/>The moment he stopped her breathing caught, she wanted him to keep going, keep his hands moving on her wet pussy. Her eyes remained closed, her head still back, as she listened to his quiet voice. Her brows furrowed when she heard him shout.<br/><br/>"I don't care about any of that," she breathed impatiently as her body ached for his hands to move and continue to touch her. Her head pulled forward as her eyes opened to look him straight in the face. "Stop yelling at me and slide your fingers in," she demanded, her lips parting and her heart racing.