In a flash of movement, she felt his hands rest against her thighs. As he moved his rock-hard cock away slightly, mastering his self-control, the last of the fabric fell off in tatters. She now lay there, bare like a goddess the Renaissance artists were too shy to paint. He covered her pussy with his whole hand, pressing hard and dragging upwards, smearing cum around her tight asshole. With his other hand his rubbed his cock, keeping it pressed hard against her leg. Didn't want her forgetting about it, now, did we?