Her foot made harsh contact with his inner thigh, though her intended target was obvious, even to him. He snorted, annoyed, and shifted his weight so that his member was a safe distance from her. This made grasping her breast slightly awkward for him, leaning over her with almost no support from his upper body. But he didn't mind, as it gave him the opportunity to squeeze the soft mound, feeling it in his hand. It was almost like a sand bag, the texture under the skin. He liked it. "Pretty pretty....more." he growled, his hand leaving her breast to tug at her shirt, wanting it off. But he'd no clue how to remove it. Quickly growing frustrated, he began to pull on the cloth more violently, trying to rip it off.