Drawn into the kiss that she almost eagerly responds to.  Mary feels you Amre lean down, your breath first caress her nipple.  As you claimed the left one and would begin suckling on the engorged nipple.  As it quivered in response to your active attention.<br/><br/>It is your hand that slips into her uniform, slipping under her panties.  As your fingers would feel the neatly patch of trim, sliding past her puffy mound.  Tantalizing circles drawn with your fingers, working ever closer with each pass.  Until you brushed her labia.  Already her petals our damp from the seduction. As she lets a gasp escape of pleasure within the kiss with Mishra.