Arden quivers a little as Jacques' hands clutch her large, firm bosom; her sensitive breasts tingle pleasurably at his warm touch, causing her to gasp softly. Being a maiden, she was a somewhat poor kisser, but her lips were soft and moist, and she accepted it, closing her eyes and leaning into his muscular form. She wraps one arm around his lower back while continuing to stroke the whole length of his manhood firmly with her other hand, savoring the feeling of his warm, hard flesh and hoping it feels good to him.