"Enjoy you~" I parroted. "Whatever could you mean?"
I took pleasure in that red painted look of hers, watching as she recoiled back at my gentle touch. Yet still, that hand stayed in place. For in the following seconds she took her resolve, gulped her hesitation down, and placed my hand over her breast.
"I mean what I mean."
Her tone was harsh, almost scathing. And I could tell that my teasing had the opposite effect, instead of cultivating the mood, instead she grew flushed and lucid under the constant ask of permission… for clarification.
However teasing it was.
"Nugh…" She groaned. A slight tweak of my finger, the push of a thumb, and a kiss that brought our bodies into a carnal passion. She flared herself against me, until she was flushed so tight that my hand starved for blood under the pressure.
