As the woman picks up her pace, actively grinding against Trish's lips and tongue, the courier finds herself getting caught up in the moment in spite of herself. Which only embarrasses her more, sending the first hints of a blush into her cheeks as embers of lust start to flare up in her core. It's one thing to get overpowered... but it's a whole other thing to actively be picking up the pace, adhering to the woman claiming to be her "Mistress' " commands like some call-girl on the street. And given the way she's meeting every forward thrust of the woman's hips with a press of her lips, that's pretty much what she's doing...<br/><br/>What really catches her off guard, though, is the little moan of pleasure that sneaks out of her when the woman's cum spurts out, sending little rivulets rolling down her neck and into her shirt. Unconsciously, she swallows down what little bit of the woman's nectar makes its way past her lips, gulping as the taste washes across her tongue. And when Elisabeth finally releases her grip on Trish's head, it takes the courier a moment to re-collect herself- though the woman's teasing sends another flush creeping into her cheeks.<br/><br/>"I... but..." she murmurs, squeezing her legs together anxiously in response to the heat and wetness that has flared up between her legs. Her eyes dart anxiously around the room again... but the woman's tone leaves no room for argument. And to be quite honest, she's at least a little curious as well. "I...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>yes, mistress...</em></span>"<br/><br/>Slowly, she pushes herself to her feet, thighs pressed tight together to "hide" her arousal... but of course, when she moves over to face the wall and pulls down her pants, the damp spot on her panties reveals everything she had been trying to deny. And when she pulls those down as well, she can only shiver at the brush of cool air across her wetness...