Laurin whimpered, not as she was being positioned, not as she felt Balfor's hand, not as one string of her thong had been untied. No, it was as his hand threatened to leave her. As if to say<em>How dare you!</em>her hands went for his wrists. Dainty hands gripped and coaxed his to her thick hips, up her body and resting them on her bosom.<br/><br/>After a deep inhale, she swallowed down what Balfor offered and inched her way further, tongue dancing under his shaft like a dog lapping up water. Her throat muscles squeezing around him, Laurin began to hum again.<br/><br/>She tugged at the knot at her other hip and the cloth began to peel off her body under its own weight. Her left hand started, splayed out against her skin just above her stomach. As she inched twords her nethers, Laurin, like the slow crack of a whip, brought her hips forward to display. Her fingers weaved through short, tight, sweaty curls as she massaged her vulva and inner thigh. Tossing aside the flimsy cloth, Joli's presence beneath her was certainly a suprize!