He stops the scratches on the globe of her ass, caressing and kneading gently on the beautiful form. His hands caresses her like he owns her body. familiar and bold. His hand with one finger crooked makes its way down the crack of her ass (not touching the flesh at first) and then heading past the ass to the beautiful mound between her legs. He presses his hand against her vulnerable mound and lets a fingertip melt into her wetness.

"You struggle, but your body betrays you sweet. You are excited."

Tell me you are sorry for tearing up the sash.