<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div>Michelle quickly shifted her weight, making sure that Eliza's hands were caught tight between Michelle's slippery, quivering thighs.  She couldn't help but grin mischievously at the look of surprise, but it didn't even slow her down.  Soon she was pounding the heel of her hand, rubbing in a slow, seductive circle and rubbing her thighs and her tush against Eliza's stomach to match the rhythm.  The serpentine movements made her breasts sway and dance, and her hair would do the same if it wasn't soaked and stuck to her bare back.<br/><br/>Paying fierce attention to the little nub of flesh under the heel of her hand as if trying to scuff a shine into a boot, she let herself lean forward, not quite able to plant kisses but close enough for her heavy breathing to be heard over the waterfall.  The fingers of her free hand splayed over Eliza's right breast, at first very gently as Michelle's hot breath nearly tickled Eliza's earlobe.  "I'm not hearing any moans, lover."  Her voice was still just a little breathless, but no less seductive for the urges, the hunger she felt and had to fight even now in order to keep going.  "Where are my moans?"  Her fingertips suddenly squeezed, pulling against Eliza's nipple.  "I want my moans."  The hand on Eliza's clit didn't ever let up, even though she had to swap to her fingertips in order to lean over as much as she did.