Looking at those freed, supple breasts in peripheral vision simply would not do. They demanded touching! And touch he did. His right arm, closest to the woman's body, slipped under hers at his elbow. Simultaneously his other arm came to rest with the base of his palm against her ribcage, providing the diminuitive seductress some added support for her posture. Cupping those full rounded breasts, while easy given her fun-sized nature, was no loss enjoyable than a full-size pair. Practiced fingers kneaded in pulsing rythm across the marvelous pale flesh she'd exposed, just light enough to tell the woman was mostly tanned. Putting extra pressure on her aerolas, he rolled and squeezed Viloet's nipples between his middle and ring fingers.<br/><br/>Terrance leaned his head back into the velvet cushion. Saying 'you've done this before' seemed too cliche, even for him. Through Viloet's ministrations, his flesh rod seemed to be pulsing in her tiny hands. As if to show its appreciation, a rivulette of pearly white pre-cum formed at his tip.