her hands where shaking, but with rage, not lust. she reached up to his pants again and pulled out his rod and package. one hand stroked over it as her eyes fixed on the tip, not wanting to meet his and show her defeat. she leaned in and gave the tip a gentle kiss, with a grunt of displeasure right behind it.<br/><br/>her mind raced as thoughts of rage danced with lust and fear in the background. Some part of her was amazed and aroused by all this and even her hatred of this man wasn't enough to keep the wetness out of her lower lips.