The woman practically<em>purrs</em>in response to your caresses, arching her back up a little bit so that her bared mound brushes your side when you move her thigh... and when your lips come down, they are met with zeal. Meanwhile, the woman's hands slide from yours, leaving you to caress and tease her as you will even as she beings to unlace your shirt, her marble-colored fingers brushing tantalizingly against the skin of your chest...<br/><br/>"<em>oooh</em>..." She murmurs as your fingers begin to tease her nether lips, and you can feel her hips gently rocking against your touch, so that the tips of your fingers<em>just barely</em>caress the entrance to her sex. "Such a<em>soft</em>touch."<br/><br/>She smiles and slides one hand, fingers-first, down your now chest... taking her time, just as you are, as she lets her fingers explore your chest and stomach. Her other hand she brings up, tracing the sharp curves of your ear as her lips and tongue meet yours once more...